Harem Scarum Ch 06

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

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Harem Scarum

Chapter 6: Hold With the Harem, Run With the Hounds

Sunday Morning (July 9)

Rose did her best to appear ignorant of the people across the room, all of whom were trying to stare at her without being obvious about it. She was perfectly aware that they were ogling her naked body as much as they dared, and the knowledge made her quite hot and bothered. She had hazy memories of always attracting a certain amount of attention at the gym, thanks to her sculpted muscles rippling and flexing as she went about her strength training routines, but the gawking had definitely increased ever since she'd adopted nudism. That made sense, she supposed, given how much better her form was displayed without even spandex to provide a visual barrier. And the resistance machine she was gripping with her thighs made sure her furry folds kept getting spread open, revealing the glistening pink within to her surreptitious admirers.

Getting so turned on by her public display was definitely a new experience, though, and Rose pondered other ways to show off for her audience while she worked out. She got up and did some stretches once her reps were done, liking the way sweat made her skin shine in the fluorescent lighting. She bent over to rearrange the machine she was using, prepping it for inverse leg curls. Once ready, she laid down on the bench with her ass prominently in the air and began lifting the weights with her lower legs, knowing that her glutes would be flexing for the onlookers' enjoyment. She could only hope they'd find the experience as arousing as she did.

"Fuck!" came a whispered curse from nearby, followed by hushed grunting. Rose turned her head slightly and saw one of the men who'd been admiring her, hastily wrapping up his set and draping a towel in front of himself before hurrying off toward the locker rooms. She smiled with satisfaction; although she was far more sexually interested in women than men, it was still gratifying and exciting that the guy in question had apparently popped his wad just from watching her exercise. As turned on as she was at that moment, she thought she might have said yes if he or one of the other men asked to fuck her doggy-style right there on the machine.

Rose finished her own reps and wiped down the machine before tossing her towel over one shoulder and sashaying off to the showers. It was a beautiful day outside, but already hot and muggy, so she decided to hold off on a jog until the evening cooled things down a bit. Her arousal was still simmering, and it took a fair amount of self-control to avoid openly masturbating in the shower. If she had been alone she thought it might have been worth the risk, but with other women popping in and out, it seemed wisest to content herself with nothing more than provocatively sensual soaping. Even that earned a few looks from the other women who could see into her open stall, which ranged from interest to curiosity to hostility.

Once clean, Rose reattached the small bells to her labial piercings and nipples, smirking at the incredulous expressions on the faces of the women who witnessed it. Chiming merrily, she fluffed her bush a few times to help it dry out evenly and headed home, debating whether she should masturbate before or after getting some of her assignments done.

Sunday Afternoon (July 9)

Tara gave her mother a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek as she entered the kitchen at home, slightly unbalanced by her luggage.

"How did things go?" asked Mrs. Quinn, setting down her phone. "Will you be able to move in with Carrie?"

"Cassie, mom! The name is Cassie!" Tara corrected her, unable to resist smiling when she added, "Rhymes with Lassie. And yes, unless there's some kind of problem with the paperwork, I'll be moving in with her."

"Well, that's a big relief!" Mrs. Quinn said, "But if you'd sent in the dorm application as a back-up like I told you, you wouldn't have had to stress so much!"

"I know, I know!" Tara said tiredly, rolling her eyes once her head was turned. "I'm gonna go get out of these grimy travel clothes."

"And maybe take a shower, too?" her mother suggested, wrinkling her nose. "If you're hungry, I can make us a snack before your father gets home for dinner."

"Starving," Tara confirmed, giving her mom another one-armed hug before struggling upstairs with her over-packed bag. She tossed it on her bed and grabbed a towel from the hall closet before entering the bathroom and turning on the water, letting it heat up. Sighing with relief as she got naked, the petite young woman tossed her things in the hamper and stretched luxuriously, reveling in her nudity. "About damn time," she sighed before stepping under the steaming spray and reaching for her soap and loofah.

Tara debated on whether or not to redo her make-up after the shower, but with no plans to go anywhere that evening she decided not to bother. Keeping a smaller towel draped over her shoulders and rubbing her hair dry, she traipsed down the stairs and re-entered the kitchen, saying, "Whatever that is, it smells really good!"

Mrs. Quinn turned around to answer, but gasped in shock at the sight of her nude daughter standing next to the table. "Tara! What on Earth are you doing?" she screeched.

Genuinely confused, the goth girl looked up and down and all around before returning her mother's stare and replying, "Um, I dunno. What's wrong?"

"

What's wrong

?" Mrs. Quinn repeated, incredulously. "You're

naked

, that's what's wrong! What in the world possessed you to wander down here like that?"

"Oh!" said Tara, finally comprehending the issue. "Sorry, I forgot to mention it, but I won't be wearing clothes at home anymore," she explained helpfully.

Mrs. Quinn gave a short, hollow laugh while shaking her head in apparent disbelief. "Sorry!" she said sarcastically, "I forgot to mention it, but you're not going to turn into some kind of nudist! You can just march your bare ass back upstairs and make yourself presentable right now, young lady! And quickly, too! Your father could be home any minute. Thank God your little brothers are at summer camp!"

"But, mom!" Tara whined, which quickly devolved into a shouting match between them, finally culminating in Mrs. Quinn physically shoving her daughter back onto the stairs and threatening to take away her car keys if she walked around undressed again. Bowing to authority, however reluctantly, the goth girl stomped back to her room and put on the smallest, thinnest dress she could find, one which she hadn't worn since middle school. She hadn't really grown a whole lot, so it was merely provocative rather than scandalous, but even without underwear she felt uncomfortably stifled in the constricting fabric.

Dinner was a tense affair, although her mother refrained from saying anything about Tara's nudity to Mr. Quinn, whose attention was mostly devoted to looking over the lease application and terms. "I don't want anyone trying to take advantage of you!" he said, sparing her a glance over his reading glasses as he hunted for traps in the language.

Tara couldn't help but smile, both from his protectiveness and from imagining how he'd feel if he knew the details of the lesbian orgy she'd been involved with. "Might be a little too late for that!" she whispered, but no one seemed to hear her.

Excusing herself as soon as she could after the meal, Tara locked her door and stripped off once again, determined to remain nude at the very least whenever she was in her room. Sprawling on her bed, which felt narrow and cramped compared to the one she hoped to buy from Cassie's old roommate, Tara perused her neglected socials and made plans for a last hurrah of sorts with her high school friends. If her mom and dad wouldn't allow her to dress the way she wanted while she lived under their roof, she intended to move out sooner rather than later.

Monday Mid-Day (July 10)

Salalai luxuriated under the unaccustomed sensuality of the shower as she rinsed off following practice. Although she loved being a nudist, she didn't especially care for the combination of sweat, dust, and sunscreen she was covered in, especially not since the grime followed a pattern that highlighted the protective gear she needed to wear as a catcher. She didn't mind tan lines as a general rule, but if she had to have them, she at least wanted to avoid them on her shins and shoulders.

Alone in the room for the moment, Sally couldn't resist the urge to play with her clit, which was especially hard and throbbing just then. She was always turned on after seeing her naked harem ladies cavorting in the sun, or even just knowing they were going about their lives sans clothes, but the feeling of warm water cascading over her skin was taking her to another level. Aware that there might be other women still in the locker room, although none who were likely to shower off, she did her best to stifle her desire to moan loudly. She tried to keep watch on the passageway lest someone walk in, though it was challenging to resist the urge to close her eyes and picture one or more of her women servicing her.

"That looks like fun!" said a teasing voice, which caused Salalai to whip her hands away from her naughty bits and glance toward the door, where Vivian was just entering. "Don't stop on my account!" said the dyed-blonde as she moved to a nearby showerhead. "No need to be shy around me, not after last weekend!" The curvy girl winked as she adjusted the water and began massaging her large, pendulous breasts once the spray hit them.

"They look pretty sore," Sally remarked, eying her teammate's impressive chest, currently showing red lines of pressure where her sports bra had compressed things. Vivian was perhaps the only woman in their harem who wasn't an avowed nudist, although everything she wore was so undersized compared to her endowments that it was almost comical. She'd been nearly bursting out of her exercise clothes throughout practice, which perhaps accounted for how poorly she'd performed at third base that day.

"Extremely! Hopefully a hot shower will help," Vivian agreed, sighing as she rubbed at her globes, nearly mesmerizing Salalai in the process. "I don't understand why nothing I own seems to fit anymore!" she lamented. "I mean, I like slutting it up from time to time, but mostly only when I'm on the pull!"

"Well, just ditch the textiles then, girlfriend!" Sally teased, pinching her nipples for show, but unexpectedly finding her knees quivering from the intensely pleasurable sensation. She was unable to completely stifle her moan, and noticed Viv smirking at her from the corner of her eye.

"I'm not

quite

the slut you and the skin gang are!" Vivian laughed as she started spreading body wash over her skin. "Not the kind of girl who diddles herself in the locker room, anyway!"

"Are you the kind of girl who lets

someone else

diddle her in the locker room?" Salalai asked with an arched eyebrow and a devious smile. Vivian laughed again and continued her scrubbing, then seemed to realize Sally was still staring at her.

"O-M-G!" the curvy woman spelled out, "You're fucking serious!" Her expression seemed to convey a mix of disbelief, amusement, and intrigue.

"Of course I am!" confirmed Sally. "We barely spent any time together this weekend, in a one-on-one sense. Why, you haven't even been given a proper initiation to the gang!"

Laughing again, Vivian asked, "And what does that mean, exactly? Initiation?"

"Let me show you," Sally purred as she placed her hands on her friend's large breasts, cupping them from beneath, surprising herself with just how heavy they were. She lifted them up, more fully into the spray, rinsing away the stray suds clinging to them. Once the soap was mostly gone, she leaned down and took one of the large nipples into her mouth, shivering with arousal. Although she enjoyed giving pleasure to her partners, Salalai wasn't accustomed to feeling much physical sensation just from the act of suckling someone's teat. But for some reason, everything she did to Vivian's nipple seemed to resonate in her own, and in her clit.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Viv between moans. "How the fuck are you doing that? My tits have never been this sensitive!"

Sally tried to mumble, "I don't know," but without taking her mouth away from its work, all it did was make delightful vibrations which set them both to moaning, causing a slow tumble to the tiled floor as their legs lost the ability to support them. Both gradually began exploring one another with their hands, surprised but not unhappy to discover that every inch of their wet skin seemed to be an erogenous zone. When their fingers finally reached the other girl's core, it took only a few plunges to cause fierce, spasmodic climaxes.

Panting, Vivian said, "I have

never

experienced anything like that before!" once her spasms had mostly subsided. Her lips were lightly pressed into Sally's neck, making an occasional kiss or nibble at the flesh.

Privately, Salalai was thinking the same thing, and wondering what was responsible. Her first thought was that perhaps Cassie had done something, but she'd said earlier that her mysterious power was depleted for about a week. Still, that didn't rule out the possibility that she'd used it on either Vivian or herself at the orgy, or sometime in between. Sally made a mental note to inquire about that, but thinking about their weekend get-together reminded her that Viv was the only girl in their group who hadn't yet gone down on her. She knew from experience that it was a lot easier to have her way with ladies who'd done that, and Vivian was a highly desirable woman to have one's way with.

"If you thought that was good, you'll love what comes next even more!" Salalai whispered in Viv's ear, pushing gently until the other girl was flat on the ground before spinning around and straddling her face. "Just do whatever comes naturally!" she said as she bent down and took a taste of the Hispanic woman's swollen folds. Vivian's thick thighs clamped around her head in response, but while that limited her movement somewhat, it was no barrier to her tongue, and it wasn't long before the girl on the bottom was reciprocating. Both ladies were moaning and squirming with delirious pleasure as the warm water continued to cascade over them.

Tuesday Evening (July 11)

Bonnie was straightening some displays at the sex shop she worked at when her colleague called her over to the counter. "Someone left a bit of a mess in the second viewing room," Brandon said in a low voice, glancing around to make sure none of the few customers were close enough to eavesdrop. "It's your turn to clean up."

Bonnie pouted and sighed, but Brandon simply shook his head and turned away. Sighing again, more genuinely, the slender girl pattered off to the broom closet to fetch the necessary supplies. Cleaning up and sanitizing the viewing rooms after inconsiderate customers stained them with semen was, quite predictably, everyone's least-favorite part of working at the adult emporium. Often it was only a few stray drops that got missed, since most men who frequented such rooms were keen to avoid scrutiny and cleaned up after themselves, and those who left big messes were rarely welcomed back. She could only hope that Brandon wasn't understating things too much.

Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little foolish as she approached the room, wearing only her shoes and rubber gloves. She had enjoyed the weekend of total nudity and lesbian games so much that she'd finally screwed up the courage to leave the apartment undressed, and she'd been surprised and delighted that almost everyone had accepted her decision with little or no remark. Most people tried to pretend she wasn't naked, but every surreptitious glance at her pointy little breasts, tight ass, or trimmed bush gave her a sexy thrill. It had made working at the emporium especially exciting, since their customers tended to be much more admiring, albeit even more furtive.

"Oh, my fucking God," Bonnie muttered as she saw the state of the viewing room. "How could one man cum so much?" She stared, aghast, at the dozen or more ropes of pearly spunk that lay splattered across the screen and floor in front of the seat. The smell was nearly over-powering, making the slender brunette swoon. "Thank goodness I'm gay," she grumbled, entering the room and closing the door behind her before anyone else could see the state it was in.

It didn't take especially long to wipe up the residue and discard the paper towels, although she couldn't help holding and touching everything very gingerly, despite the rubber gloves. Spraying everything down with disinfectant took a bit longer, and strengthened the bleach-like smell that dominated the room with the door closed. Seeing a few more drops on the front of the seat that she'd missed, Bonnie paused for a moment, overcome with a curious and shameful urge that she'd had a number of times before when faced with such cleanup duties. Although she had almost no attraction to men, something about the sight and smell of their cum fascinated her. She thought perhaps it was because she'd been exposed to so much of it without ever having seen an erect penis in real life, but whatever the case, a tiny voice in her mind always spoke up when she was confronted by it, making her wonder what it felt like, or how it tasted. It had almost reached the point of obsession, much to her chagrin and disgust.

Bonnie's fingers had stretched out until they were almost touching the pearlescent droplets before she recoiled, feeling dirty, and mentally reprimanding herself for having such a gross fetish. She hurriedly wiped it up to remove the temptation and sprayed the seat aggressively. Just as she finished and got to her feet, the slender girl felt something warm and wet on her shoulder, making her jump a little. She was shocked and dismayed to see that it was more cum, and tilted her head to gawk at the ceiling in disbelief. "No fucking way!" she said, spying yet another splash of jism slowly dripping from above. Even as she watched, a tiny droplet detached itself and fell into her open mouth.

Bonnie retched and gagged for a moment, but then went perfectly still and rigid. She started to tremble ever so slightly and whispered, "What's happening?" in confusion. Finally able to move again, she looked in bewilderment at her hands, which seemed to be getting ever-so-slightly larger. "I feel dizzy," she muttered, grabbing her head, which felt like it was spinning as her vision got blurry.

Bonnie groaned quietly as her height increased several inches in a matter of moments. Her hair lengthened until it was halfway down her back, becoming fuller and more wavy as it grew. Conversely, her neatly trimmed bush, which she groomed even more carefully now that she was a nudist, wafted to the floor, leaving her mound as smooth and bare as if it had been waxed. Her body filled out as it grew taller, with her hips widening and her ass becoming much more plump, leaving her narrow waist one of the few parts seemingly unchanged. Her smallish, conical breasts stayed essentially the same shape, although their volume more than doubled, making them sag slightly from the added weight, yet they were remarkably firm and high-sitting for their new size. Her areolae, already puffy, swelled until they almost resembled a second set of smaller breasts tipping the large ones, with nipples at least an inch long and as thick as her thumbs. Her face, which most would consider cute, subtly shifted, becoming more classically beautiful, and almost unrecognizable compared to her normal appearance.