Dana moved away and turned bringing his arm around her clasping his hands to her breasts. "Shanice, you start."
Shanice looked thrilled. She moved to the center of the living room. Dana leaned her head back. Looking up at Bob, she said, "Why don't you take one thing off for each of us that gets naked? We want to see you naked as well." He nodded his head enthusiastically.
Shanice was dancing. The other girls were clapping in time with the music. The rhythms were upbeat and erotic. Shanice played with the hem of her t-shirt before shimmying it up. She teased with views of the bottom of her bra before pulling the shirt off and tossing it over her shoulder.
Dana had taken hold of Bob's erection alternately stroking it and gripping it tightly. Bob was about to go crazy, he was sure. All his playing around in the hallways was paying off. Girls really did like what he did. He'd do it all the more now. He'd be the guest of honor at lots of these parties.
The girls would get naked and he'd get to fuck them. He was sure that they would want him to fuck them once they got naked.
The shirt landed on the carpet. Shanice never paused. Her boobies bounced as she kept time while she unbuttoned and unzipped. She hesitated in her dance as she pulled her shorts off. She held them in front of her panties until she was in time with the dance again, then tossed them over her shoulder.
Dana held him tightly, almost too tightly, as Shanice undressed. Shanice's sandals were gone. All that remained were her bra and panties. Her black lace underwear contrasted erotically with her silky skin. Her hands went behind her back. Her bra slid off with loud cheers and clapping. There had been no tease, but she followed up with a twist of the shoulders and a spin during which she bent and gyrated her hips.
One second she was covered and the next those lovely boobies were bouncing free. Her nipples stood out pointing slightly upward, dark chocolate tips on her mocha orbs. She smiled making it clear that seeing the effect she was having was the height of enjoyment for her.
Suddenly she stopped. Naked except for her panties she waited. The girls began to chant, "Take it off," "Take 'em off," while whistling and stamping their feet. She looked at Bob and slowly put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She wriggled her hips. Bob could feel something seeping inside his underwear. His breathing was ragged. Dana kept up the pressure on him.
Shanice in a combination bend and crouch pulled her panties off tossing them at Bob. The girls whistled and cheered as they hit Dana in the face and dropped to the floor. A dark area around her pussy showed the limits of the tight curls she had shaved to enhance her puffy lips.
Shanice came over, took one of Bob's hands and placed it on her breast, its hard nipple was a point of fire on his palm. Bob was hyperventilating.
Calls for Bob to remove something finally resolved to "shirt, shirt." Dana released him and he tore off his shirt. Bob's pudginess was no match for Shanice's beauty, but the girls cheered and applauded anyway.
Shanice rejoined the bystanders clapping and cheering. "Dana, Dana," came the cry and Dana slipped away from Bob. She took the center of the floor whirling twice before stopping. She seemed to listen intently to the music. She looked down, shoulders hunched forward, hands at her sides. Her fingers twitched.
Her right foot picked up the beat. Her fingers snapped to the beat. Her head came up slowly finding Bob's eyes. Her hips moved seductively before her whole body took up the beat. Soon she was whirling and stomping. Her hands, like a ballerina's emphasized the motion of her legs, her hips, her shoulders.
Seemingly with no effort or assistance her blouse left her, floating like a sail to the floor. The girls stamped and cheered. Her bra, the color of her blouse seemed a blaze of fuchsia on her chest accenting her breasts.
Her skirt flowed upward from her knees held at the hem by her expressive hands. Panties of the same fuchsia, were briefly exposed. The skirt was lowered in time to the savage beat of the music. In her whirling, her panties were exposed, then covered again by her coal black skirt.
Bob watched rooted to his spot on the living room carpet. Chrissy was standing behind him, her hand between his legs. Even through his jeans she felt the dampness. Occasionally she rubbed her breasts against his back.
Suddenly the skirt sailed into the air and floated serenely to the carpet ignoring the continuing heavy beat of the music.
Again Dana stopped. Her head and shoulders drooped. Her hands hung at her side, fingers twitching. The lace panties revealed and concealed what lay beneath. A small black bow highlighted the center of the lace waistband. A dark spot highlighted her crotch.
She began moving as she had earlier. The beat began with her foot and spread throughout her body. She whirled only to stop dead seeming to wait as her body again let the beat move from her foot upward.
No blond curls worked their way through the lace. The hint of a dark slit revealed what the curls would have covered. Her hips twitched as she lowered her panties. Breathlessly Bob watched as millimeter by millimeter her flesh was revealed. Her eyes never left his. When her pussy had been fully revealed, a sharp kick sent the panties into the air.
Naked, her body moving with the beat, she came to Bob. A foot away she stopped. From behind Chrissy gripped his straining cock tightly. Dana held an index finger to her lips, kissed it, then, taking Bob's eyes with it lowered it to her pussy. Slowly she pushed the finger inside.
She pumped the finger. Her mouth opened in a perfect O. She pulled the shining finger out bringing it slowly to Bob's mouth. She rested it on his lips circling the tip until Bob's lips opened. Her aroma, the flavor of her hot pussy overwhelmed his senses. Chrissy felt the throbbing of his cock as his climax sent a torrent of cum into his underwear.
Chrissy unfastened his belt and unzipped him. "These pants have got to go," she told the crowd. She pulled them down until they rested on top of his Nike's. His cock was still hard.
The cheering continued as Chrissy took firm hold and began to slowly stroke him. Two of the girls helped stabilize him with his pants hobbling him.
The music stopped. The room fell quiet. Chrissy stepped away. The girls holding Bob in place found a straight chair and seated him. They moved away allowing all the focus to be on Bob.
"Show us how you can do it," Sherry said encouragingly. "We want to see that stuff shoot out of your dick."
They watched, their faces full of wonderment and curiosity.
Bob began to masturbate as he watched Sherry silently remove her top. "I've always wanted to see your tits," he blubbered. He worked faster. Sherry moved slowly, silently watching him masturbate. Her bra followed. No one said anything. There was no savage, thumping music. Her breasts were large with erotically swollen nipples adding intensity to her womanly mystique. He pumped himself harder.
She unbuttoned and unzipped. Opening, her jeans, she showed him her unshaven pussy lips. Still naked, Dana and Shanice stood beside her helping push her jeans lower and lower until they were near her knees.
She pushed a finger inside her pussy and pumped. As she did, Dana and Shanice supported her while pulling off her jeans and panties.
Bob's climax hit. It was his third climax of the evening. There was little left of his cum. It was mostly in his underwear. What little was left dribbled out trailing down his cock onto his balls and the seat of the chair.
No one said anything.
Suddenly the party resumed. The loud music startled him, the booze flowed.
He woke on his porch at home. He sat in the swing which had been used for generations as couples enjoyed pleasant afternoons, romantic evenings. Totally naked, he shivered in the darkness. His mother stood over him.
"What have you done?" Her voice seethed with anger.
Chapter 8
The next day, Saturday, May 15, 2010, was a day he would never forget. In his email was a missive from Dana.
