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James found a fairly well lit parking lot near the address the girls had given him of The Dragon. He carefully locked his car and walked on foot the last block to the club. A large black building with green and gold scaled lettering described itself as the object of his searching. One of the doors was nondescript, but on the other was a sign reading "Boutique." He remembered the girls' instructions and after a moment's hesitation approached and entered.

Inside was the heavy smell of latex and vinyl. Racks and rows, shelves and hooks held numerous fetish garments. A quick survey revealed a solitary glass case with a cash register towards the back. He walked towards it, curiousity intermingled with a faint underlying desire. The years of looking at strange outfits on porn websites hadn't quite prepared him for the sight and smell of the real thing. The register appeared unattended, but as he grew closer a soft clomping sounded to his left.

Emerging like a dark Aphrodite from a forest of black lustre, a pale girl parted hanging clothing from two racks which were far too close to each other. She waved curtly and assumed a position behind the counter. Lips of carmine parted softly, were licked briefly by the faintest glimpse of a tongue before questioning him, "What would you like, sir?"

Unable to control himself, James gaped for just a moment, taking her in. Her bust was sheathed beneath a blouse of coarse black fishnet, each breast hidden (sadly) by the cup of her simple, black, rubber brassiere. A taught, perfect midriff was revealed like the waxing moon, growing from new to the bright curve of quarter full. Beneath this she wore a side-split red rubber knee-length skirt. What could only be perfect legs contained within white stockings stood upon massive black leather platform high heeled boots. Her finger tapped impatiently on the glass and he caught himself. But not before admiring her rose patterned black lace sleevelets, each hooked to her middle fingers. Those same carmine lips pouted and scowled, "How can I help you, sir?"

He looked at the ceiling, the floor, the counter, back to her fingers. Fingers tipped with the longest darkest red fingernails he had ever seen. "I'd like to rent an outfit... For the club. Some friends told me about this place." Again, his eyes went to the ceiling. "If that's ok."

"Follow me, please. Outfits for rent are in the back." It seemed to James that her voice seemed to gain a little interest at the mention of the rental, unlike the bored indifference with which she had repeated herself.

"My name is James, heh heh." He chuckled nervously in the silence, "What's yours? Have you worked here long? What's it like?"

Narrowing eyes glanced to his own over a shoulder. "Raven. I've worked here for a few years. What is what like?"

"Oh, you know... The place, I guess. The clothing. Do you like it?" He ran his hands over the rubber of various outfits as they passed, heading towards the back.

"The place is fine, it has it's definite perks." She seemed to chuckle to herself. "As for the clothing, it seems to suit me. I enjoy it."

Upon reaching a doorway in the dark strangely lit hall, Raven gestured inside, "Mr. James, in here is the clothing for 'men', you may choose whatever you like. If you aren't satisfied, there is also the women's selection. I will leave you to yourself, but I must tell you that the conditions of renting are very strict. You must wear nothing but latex, and you must wear an undergarment. And yes, that undergarment must be of latex also. But don't worry, it's all a pleasure to wear." Long, pointed petals of red on white fingers opened a strangely lit room, pointing inside.

"Call me if you need me, Mr. James." Raven turned on her thick heels and clomped softly away.

A little cold, he thought. But he had two of the hotter girls of the office to look forward to anyways. Already dressed, waiting inside the club... For him. His dreams were coming true.

James felt strangely turned on by the situation he was imagining himself becoming involved in. He approached a nearby rack of clothing and started thumbing through his strange options. This rack seemed to be entirely effeminate outfits... He went to the next rack, it too was largely just too girly for him: too girly or too revealing. It proceeded like this until he was reduced to one final rack. On it were full body outfits studded with belts, straps, buckles, and other similar decorations. Not quite what he had in mind, but sacrifices had to be made in order to enjoy what could only be an amazingly erotic evening. He carefully perused the remainder of his choices, looking for something in blue, white, or black like he had been instructed by the girls. As James was slowly looking from one to the next, the buckles of one caught on another causing it to fall off it's hanger. It fell to the floor, and as he picked it up, he was struck by how perfect this one was for him. That and he was desperate to find something already.

It was an outfit in two pieces, primarily in black, in a very heavy rubber. Starting at the high collared neck down to the bottom hem, alternating wide and narrow buckled straps served to hold it tightly closed in the front. Each strap was a dark, pearlescent blue with large chrome buckles. The sleeves were black with criss-crossing ridge-like lines starting in the same dark pearlescent blue but fading to white at the end. In between the lines at the ends of the sleeves were patterns of large and small hex shaped holes which would show the bare skin beneath. Each sleeve ended with a flap just longer than his hand of white edged black containing a heavy steel ring. The back of the top had the same pattern of blue fading to white lines from top to bottom. The pants part of the ensemble maintained the alternating wide and narrow buckled straps from the top of the waist band almost into the junction of the crotch. Along the sides were the same pattern of hex shaped holes interrupted every foot or so by a thin, wide, then thin blue strap and buckle. Weaved through the holes matching lines, starting from where they ended on the top in white, wound their way to the bottom darkening to that same dark blue. A similar flap to the one at the ends of the sleeves, but edged in blue, also had a large steel ring.

The rings worried him a little, but man... he could feel his already full erection harden somehow further. Now, where was the "undergarment" rack? He searched the room over, finding nothing, until he noticed a closet hidden behind the door. Inside the closet, arranged neatly on shelves and hanging from the closet doors was what ranged from painful to ordinary (if the word could be applied), largely ineffectual to just weird. His eyes roamed over and past the presumably painful articles with an inward cringe, past ineffectuals with a quirked eyebrow. A shelf of ordinary and two of strange remained for his by now discerning tastes. James idly poked at the ordinaries, but with a shrug muttered to himself, "In for a penny, in for a pound." He carefully hung his outfit on the closet door to use both hands to find something... suitable in the shelves of strangeness.

By some strange power his hand kept finding its way to an incredibly low-cut red and white thong. Well, it was more like a sheath. James picked it up in resignation, nothing else was catching his attention anyways. It was a very bold red and yellow number, with stylized flames growing from the base, where it presumably encased his balls in red, and lightened towards yellow along the sheath for his cock. All around the sleeve for his penis licked the lines of carefully illustrated fire. A few thin, black straps tucked between his cheeks and wrapped around his hips to hold it in place. It only covered his cock and balls and that was it. When in Rome; or "The Dragon," as it were.

James started to walk out the door before thinking he should get some socks and gloves probably. Back to the underwear cabinet, and he quickly found some short black gloves with white checkered fingers for his hands. Some short black socks in heavy rubber served to cover his feet.

He took his collection and went in search of Raven to find a change room. He found her absently reading a magazine behind the glass counter, and at the sound of his approach she promptly hid the magazine and assumed a position near the cash register. What at first James thought to be a look of hunger and maybe even malice in her eyes, was quickly dismissed for a mixture of greed and curiousity. "How may I help you, James?"

"I think I've found what I'll be wearing... That's quite a selection, sorry to keep you waiting so long. Is there a changing room around here?" He hesitated near the hallway leading to the rooms from which he had just come, nervous to betray his selection to her prying eyes.

"Go back down the hall, just past the room where the clothes are, there are a couple more doors. Those are the change rooms. And a small suggestion to first-timers, use the powdered lubricant that is provided, free of charge, to ease your selection on. It can be quite difficult without. Come back when you are done and you can pay your fees."

At the end of the hall were the two doors, James randomly picked one and carefully closed the door behind him. Inside was a shelf with a can full of powder, a brush, and a cloth. He hung the rubber on a hook and quickly shed his clothing, hoping to get re-clothed as quickly as possible. He gingerly picked up the codpiece and after struggling for a second to find which way was up and front, he tried to stretch it over his still erect penis. He could only get it on about half way before it pinched and chafed just a little uncomfortably. He rolled it off slowly and decided to give the powder a try. He reached inside the can with the brush and doused it with the cans content, quickly he brought it down and dusted his privates liberally before setting the brush back on the shelf. This time the sheath slid easily over his straining penis, settling over his ballsack reassuringly. This stuff really did make a difference. He picked up the brush again and stirred up a small cloud of white in the change room covering himself manically from toe to neck. He set the brush down and sneezed for what seemed like an eternity. He imagined Raven standing outside his change room chuckling at his unnecessary exuberance, white powder rolling out from under the door as the walls shook and his brain attempted to escape this madman with flaming red rubber cock with a penchant for suffocation. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. It was quickly followed by the thought of her entering the room to personally help his myriad problems: painfully stiff erection and total lack of compliance to dresscode. This thought wasn't helping much either. He grabbed the socks and yanked them on, then took the gloves and wormed his fingers inside stretching them out carefully to roll away any wrinkles. The pants followed but, to his chagrin he couldn't get a grip on them to pull them up. The powder clung lightly to the outsides of his gloves and the surface of the pants and shirt. He rolled the gloves off and wriggled the rubber over his legs and then his butt. The shirt quickly complimented the pants over his torso. It took some small time to cinch all the straps up but as each hooked snugly into place he felt more and more the at home in this strange place. He carefully re-powdered his hands and rolled the gloves back on, taking the time to smooth out the wrinkles. He went over himself and smoothed out whatever other wrinkles he could find before taking the cloth to wipe away the excess dust. He was done.

The mirror received a similar dust down before he stood before it to examine himself. Reflected back was what seemed to be a new man. He felt different, inside and out. The rubber cinched in the beginnings of his gut from sitting at a computer too long every day, it perked up his ass, giving him a tighter look and feel (he pinched himself experimentally.) His arms stood out muscular, and what was before slightly flabby pectorals gained the illusion of definition and power. He flexed and posed admiring his new body. All the white and blue lines in the rubber circling him seemed a little hypnotic. He thought of himself as an exotic black snake and, thinking back, he felt that he had acted like a snake shedding his skin in reverse.

James gathered up his old clothes and practically skipped back to Raven.

The look he got from Raven seemed approving, "A very nice selection. I can take your clothes in care until you are done with the rental. Be sure to bring them back within twenty-four hours. Through that door there is a side entrance to the club, I hope you have a good time." She pointed to a red haloed door near her counter. He hurried towards it, thinking of the girls having to wait all this time. Behind the door was a short corridor reverberating with loud music and the occasional flash of lights. Exiting from this corridor, James found himself suddenly grabbed from both sides.

"James." A voice whispered to his right, the "s" carried on longer, slowly fading away to nothing.

"What took you so long, we've been waiting so patiently." Another voice whispered to his left followed by a short pause and then, "You look delicious, James." A hand stroked his chest and trailed off down to lightly graze his rubbery crotch while almost simultaneously another hand squeezed his ass.

Amid strobes of light James studied the figure to his left and then his right. Kara snuggled tightly against his left arm, leaning in close to him. She wore a dark green catsuit with a black corset, and black heeled sandals. Shelly rubbed her hips against his in a white catsuit, red corset, and red thigh high boots.

"He looks ready, Kara." Shelly's hand gripped his crotch squeezing in time to the beat of the music, "Let's have some fun." Her hand slipped away as she skipped towards the dance floor. James watched her from behind enraptured. Her figure was pinched in by the red corset to amazing proportions and her ass waved deliciously from side to side as she walked from the influence of the red boots. After a moment he felt hands at his back, pushing him forward. He turned around to stare at Kara, speechless. Kara's breasts spilled over her corset, encased in polished green latex, her extended arms squeezed them together creating a deep crevasse of flawless jade. She took one of his hands, and pulling him towards her, she licked his face playfully and then followed after Shelly pulling James after her.

The heavy beat of the music deepened, lights shimmered and flashed almost hypnotically. Shelly stopped near the center of the dance floor, beginning slow gyrations of her hips and waving her hands over her body rhythmically. Her hands motioned encouragingly to James. Kara pushed James up against Shelly and began dancing to his rear, rubbing up against his back, her hands stroking his arms and thighs. With Shelly slowly gyrating on spot, her hips and thighs brushing against James', Kara pressed against him from behind rubbing also. Shelly turned to rub her ass against James' crotch, pinching her ass cheeks playfully. James simply couldn't take anymore, his breath came shorter and raspy as he felt a tremor in his legs. Kara's hands were stroking his rubbery ass cheeks, almost holding him up, as Shelly ground her buttocks in turn against his too long neglected cock. Pressure built at the base of his cock, for the first time in his life he was about to orgasm without any direct contact. Shelly was now stroking his thighs while continuing to rub her ass against him. Kara's hands had wandered up to his chest, her pelvis also thrusting against him to the beat of the music. Intense pleasure centering on his crotch crept over his skin beneath the rubber like a weird, intense chill. He shook momentarily before shuddering between his two latex goddesses. The incredible feeling of pleasure in his penis receded, followed by a semi-gooey stickiness.

"Kara, baby, he looks a little faint. Maybe poor James needs a drink. What do you think?" Shelly had turned around again to face James. Kara wiggled her hips around so she too was facing James.

"He does look a little thirsty. Let's get you something, my blue snakey."

The girls each took one of his hands and led him towards the bar. Between breathes, James tried to take careful note of his changing surroundings. The bartender was in all black, and wearing a gas mask. Each step towards the bar was agonizing pleasure as the rubber squeaked and stretched across his now over-stimulated privates. Finally, within reach, he slumped over the bar and tried to collect himself. Unseen by him, first Kara then Shelly ordered drinks. He looked up at Kara's touch and she carefully pressed a cup of strangely coloured steaming broth to his lips. It was surprisingly tasty and he quickly gulped it down. As he set the glass down, he felt Shelly's hands on his shoulders, turning him around. Shelly leaned in quickly and kissed him hard, probing his lips with her tongue. His lips parted almost involuntarily, and he felt them tight against his lips before his mouth was flooded with more of the same drink. In overwhelming desperation he gulped down the drink. Shelly pulled back with a look of satisfaction on her face, before taking another gulp of the drink and leaning across his shoulder to kiss Kara just as deeply. Both girls licked their lips in satisfaction and then watched him intently, seeming to wait for something.

"I feel fine now, let's go back to dancing. Wow, this is amazing." James jumped to his feet, and took both girls by the hands, almost running back to the dance floor. He could feel something coming over him, as Shelly and Kara took turns rubbing up against him sometimes pausing to harass another rubbery patron. As the night wore on both girls eagerly plied him with more drinks and he found himself more fluid and relaxed, even dancing with what he guessed were some guys. Kara and Shelly seemed to be purposefully keeping him just on the edge of excitement, their hands brushing and squeezing his body constantly.

It was with some relief that a cab was called, and all the activity of the night finally caught up with him. Cuddled between the two girls in the back of the car he found himself on the verge of sleep as they arrived somewhere and he was herded upstairs and settled onto a bed, passing out.

James felt a little uneasy in the stomach, but had no headache to his surprise. He attempted to roll over to get up and use the bathroom and discovered that he couldn't move his arm. He pulled again, his arms were immobile and his legs refused to move as well. He peered carefully at his arms, his left looked to be tied to a corner of the bed by white latex and his right was affixed by green latex. He was still fully dressed and he could only guess what was holding his legs in place. James just then noticed the shower was running from which loud moaning was coming, after what seemed an eternity the shower stopped and he could hear the girls talking together.

"I'm sure if we ask our poor blue snake nicely to undress and then let us tie him up again, he'd do it." It sounded like Kara. Just what were they planning with him...?

"Ok, but I want to do him first, otherwise all that extra time I spent buried in your wonderful snatch was little more than a tasty treat." That must be Shelly.

It seemed like Kara chuckled now, "As for shedding his skin, that's every girl for herself. Deal?"

"Deal."

Kara and Shelly were by now entering the room to which he was recently a permanent resident. They had both dressed in new latex outfits, Kara in a yellow keyhole top and and green pants with black highlights, and Shelly in a racy red and white corset, g-string, and matching stockings and gloves. They both glimmered with moisture and a peculiar snake-like texture. Kara skipped over and kneeled beside the bed, leaning in to whisper in James' ear.

"We're going to untie you momentarily to undress you, you better be good and let us tie you up again. I promise you it will be worth it. Nod if you agree."

Shelly had circled to his other side, "If you don't do as we ask right now, we're going to tell the office you tried to rape us." She grinned evilly as she licked his ear after whispering the warning softly into it.

Both girls quickly untied the latex straps, which James could now see were actually the catsuits from the night before. He had no idea they were so incredibly kinky. If only he had asked one of them out before! They carefully moved to his front, pinning his arms beneath their legs, and undid all his buckles, leaned him forward and carefully rolled the top off his arms. They seemed to play a little tug of war over it's possession before Kara relinquished it to Shelly. Shelly buried her face in the rubber, breathing deeply for a second, and then tossed it to a corner of the room. While Kara worked on his pants, Shelly had rolled off his gloves, sucking on one of the gloves' fingers while staring at him pointedly. Kara had fully undone his pants and was carefully rolling them downward and as his flaming cock, which was yet again hard, sprung free she gave a small cry of delight, motioning for Shelly to look as well. Both girls touched it lightly before barely restraining themselves from yanking his pants off in one animal motion, they then focused their attention on his sheath, totally enraptured, removing it together like it was the most precious and fragile material in the world. It was still sticky inside and to his amazement Kara went to work licking him clean down there, while Shelly sucked out the latex sheath.

Now that he was almost fully naked the latex seductresses tied him back to the bed, and he felt his rubber socks being taken off almost as an afterthought. During this time he had been studying them both very carefully, admiring their sweet curves and amazing outfits. They seemed almost painted on, like a lustrous, scaly skin, and he could make out things like their nipples in perfect detail. Kara and Shelly had by now snuggled up to him, one on each side, and were stroking his body occasionally prodding and pinching.

After a few minutes of this almost chaste attention, he felt something like a pimple popping and heard a tearing sound following by a peeling sensation, like badly sunburned skin coming off. Turning he saw that Kara had pulled up a small piece of skin on his shoulder between her black fingers and was pulling it back while staring intently. Another tugging sensation turned to tearing and he saw that Shelly too was pulling up a strip of his skin from his stomach. The feeling was eerie to watch, and stranger to feel, like a constant pleasurable tugging followed by coolness and refreshing comfort. Kara had noticed Shelly's large rent also and quickly came to a squatting position beside him, her fingers dug into his shoulder like talons and she began tearing and ripping at his pale skin with a look of pure, expectant bliss on her face. Shelly straddled his legs and dug both fingers into the tear at his stomach, leaning back and pulling with a huge grin on her face. A feeling of nausea welled up in him, witnessing all of his skin being torn away by latex demonesses, and he first choked back the rising bile but couldn't hold it in any longer, vomiting and coughing over his face. Kara eyed him with concern, leaped to her feet and ran off, returning with a towel. With one hand she wiped his face and the bed while the other continued pulling absently at long strips of his flesh. Shelly had worked her way down his body and was now scratching furiously at his thighs, lifting up long streamers of dead skin. The bed was littered with pieces of various sizes of his dead skin and yet he couldn't feel any pain. Kara's hand pulled away another piece off his arm within his field of vision; what he saw amazed him: underneath was black with blue and white lines, like his outfit. It was smooth, and shone like latex but had a textured effect like scales on a reptile. He turned again to look at Kara as she leaned over him, her breast was just before his face, the nipple looked hard and excited, the detail of the latex and the scales were simply too perfect, it had to be her skin. Thoughts swirled through his mind as he wondered what had happened to him, what had happened to them, what was going to happen next.

Down below, Shelly had mostly finished with his legs, leaving a few stray pieces stuck beneath his bindings; she crawled back up his legs to the prize she had left herself for last. The various forces had slightly lifted the old skin along the bottom edges, and it looked like a condom made of flesh stretched over his penis. She kissed it briefly in salutation before carefully pulling and lifting on the raised edges around the base of his cock. Without much effort it came up and away, revealing a flaming red, scaled, and very hard penis. Shelly licked her lips in anticipation and nuzzled it in affection, her fingers massaging the insides of his thighs occasionally stroking his now bright red scrotum. Kara had finished wiping up the vomit and finished freeing his upper torso proceeding to kiss James hard while her hands stroked his chest, squeezing his nipples occasionally. His feelings of discomfort were drowned in the flood of this sensual onslaught. His mouth returned Kara's attentions pressing his lips to hers as best he could while still tied, and his hips thrust involuntarily for Shelly in small spasms. Shelly licked her prize from base to tip, giving it a loving kiss and then plunging it deep in her mouth, she moaned in delight and began to bob her head up and down. Her hands alternated caressing the base of his penis and squeezing his rubbery scrotum.

Kara gave James a knowing look and raising to her knees, straddled his chest, slowly bringing her black flowery petals closer to his mouth. James' tongue reached out in anticipation and Kara quickened her approach, gripping his head between her thighs and burying his face in her rubbery folds. Kara's hands went to her breasts, squeezing and pulling them, while her hips rocked and quivered to James's ministrations. The pleasure for James was so intent it felt like he was floating on a cloud slightly above his body, tethered by a lightning bolt to his cock, to which Shelly was giving her full attention. He was approaching another orgasm very quickly, and the sensations made him moan loud and low into Kara's pussy eliciting a moan from her in turn. His arms and legs clenched against the rubber restraints almost lifting himself from the bed by their tension, Shelly sensed his nearness and relentlessly doubled her efforts almost painfully squeezing his red privates while deep-throating and swirling her tongue around his cock. With a few shudders James' body relaxed in its bindings, and he was overcome by the most intense orgasm he had yet experience in his life. Kara pinched his nipples and impatiently pressed herself against James' face in remonstrance for forgetting to continue to eat her out, and he weakly resumed. Shelly lapped up every drop of his now very thick, salty. sweet cum and slowly let his cock fall away from her mouth, trailing some satisfied dribble. She crawled up his body to kiss Kara full on the mouth, sharing some of his juices with her while pinching Kara's breasts from behind. Reaching behind her, Shelly took James' still hard cock in one hand, guiding it carefully, and slowly penetrated herself with it by sliding her body back and lowering her raised hips.

James couldn't understand how he was still hard and not completely exhausted. Waves of pleasure from his orgasm still washed over him in ebbing strength, flowing out from his cock, which was now engulfed again by a different warm, soft, and incredibly pleasurable opening. His tongue lashed Kara with renewed vigour, nibbling and sucking with increasing abandon, becoming almost savage at times. Kara found herself riding the crest of a powerful orgasm herself, and a low moan from her mouth slowly built to a crescendoed scream of intense, erotic pleasure as she pinched her nipples simultaneously which ended sharply as she felt James' teeth brush and nip her clitoris. The intense feelings choked her scream off and she fought for breath, climbing back from beneath the incredible heights of pleasure her body had been raised to. Weakly she felt herself slumping forward, rolling off James' face to lay beside him, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

Shelly took this opportunity to lie fully on top of James, continuing to pump her hips against her new black and blue rubber fucktoy. The feelings that James' scaly penis was inspiring from her very satisfied pussy, as it felt like each scale seemed to catch, stroke, scratch, or pull her insides, were very quickly bringing her to a powerful orgasm. She wrapped her fingers around James' neck in possession and squeezed lovingly, before leaning in to kiss him hard, each movement of her body against his bringing out a short gasp as their lips momentarily met and parted.

James, in turn, was bucking his hips in time to her thrusts, and coming to a second powerful orgasm without the usual long rest and recuperation. He didn't think he had gone even a little soft yet, and it felt like he could detect every minute deflection of the scales on his penis as they bore into Shelly, his balls felt tight and barely contained within their new latex carrying case, rubbing against Shelly's distended scaled lips and thighs. The hands around his neck tightened and loosened as she bucked back and forth adding an extra dimension to his captivity that served to further excite him. His breathes were now coming in short grunts, and Kara had recovered enough to move again, and crawled around behind Shelly, laying half over James' outstretched legs. Her fingers at first gently caressed Shelly's white and red ass and then pinched and slapped her encouragingly, her other hand reached between his legs and began to gently tug and massage on his flaming red sack. Before long Kara slipped her hand from Shelly's ass and squeezed one of her long black fingers into Shelly's bucking vagina, aiding James' cock in finding her rapid release.

At the sensation of first one, then two extra invaders inside, stretching her further than ever before she came almost instantly. Her hands gripped James' neck in a deathlock, squeezing tightly and she powerfully shook the entire bed as her hips slammed down on his cock, gripping it tightly also in her folds. Her walls spasmed, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, leaning back and pulling a half choked James towards her to the limit that his bonds would allow.

Feeling her fingers trapped, and her sister latex dominatrix enthralled by the pleasure of obvious throes of orgasm, Kara near savagely pulled and squeezed on James balls, her fingers attempting to stroke his shaft inside Shelly where their appendages were mutually trapped. The pain and pleasure of his balls stretching, his cock clamped erotically between the shuddering folds, and the hands around his neck cutting off circulation drove him to his second orgasm since his transformation. He managed a chortled "ugh," thrashing his arms and legs ineffectually, and an even more intense orgasm than when they started ripped through his body like a warm, sensual, and brutal hurricane. Upon wiggling her fingers free, Kara buried her face in the junction of the two bodies, licking their combined juices up with lipsmacking delight. James felt consciousness slipping from him as Shelly slumped in satisfaction over his body, her beautiful red fingers gently caressing his face, her other hand tracing one of the blue lines on his shoulder.

"Kara, delight, this one is a keeper. I never want to let him go."

"Oh yes, quite delicious." Her tongue lapped idly between their thighs, a contented sigh, almost a purr, escaped as her hand languidly caressed her own breast.