Owen

"Actually, I already have. I was one of the zombies," Owen confessed while turning a bit red from embarrassment.

"Mmmm," I cooed while staring at the growth in his crotch. "And how did you get in on that?"

"So many people wanted to be with you due to your reputation for giving it all, that there was a lottery and I was one of the ten very lucky winners," Owen answered while turning beet-red.

"How many times?" I coaxed with my hand on his thigh, moving toward the significant hard-on, tenting his pants.

"Three," he muttered, almost imperceptibly.

"Wow!" I burst out loud. "Wanna add another?" I solicited while tracing up and down his eager prick through his pants.

"Ummm... yes, but how?"

"Let's get me back on this thing and turn on the spider invasion. Leave the suit on and take me while I squirm about."

"But, don't you need to be scared first?"

"Watching them crawl all over me in the monitor will be enough with my spider phobia," I replied while standing up and removing my shirt.

Owen helped me onto the X and raised it to the proper height before moving up front. He turned on the spider recording and set it on a recurring loop. Moving around my side, he touched me randomly as if it were the spiders lowering themselves onto my body, which is exactly what I was seeing on the screen. I shivered at the sensation and the haphazard, gentle blasts of air from underneath.

I couldn't see Owen at all as I watched with irrational fear at the descending plethora of eight-legged hairy creatures and their total invasion of my naked form. That's when I felt the warm breath of air as it entered my gaping pussy. The combined shivers of the fake spider army and Owen's soft breaths took me over the top as I seized and came hard while flopping about.

"Now, put it in now, Owen," I implored.

After one more blow and another wave of strong shivers, I felt his rather large cock slip inside.

"Don't move! Just leave it all the way in and let me feel it," I beseeched him while squeezing his steel-like member as it filled my depths.

"Finger my ass," I squeaked, just barely audible.

I saw his hand for just a moment as he removed his glove and slobbered over his pointer. Realizing that his hand was probably exposed to anyone looking, he tugged his sleeve down with the other hand, covering most of it. I could still see some of it as he pressed inside my ass and brought on another clenching peak.

Owen

This was a lifetime of dreams come true, standing here with my cock buried in this wildly sexy woman's pussy as she asked me to finger her ass. And watching her cum so strongly was such an ego boost. I started pumping both holes, slowly at first, before picking up the tempo as she wailed and moaned from my application.

It didn't matter that I'd already cum three times earlier today. There was no way I was going to last much longer while shagging this amazing woman. I did manage to hold out until she climaxed hard, but her contractions did me in. I slammed home before filling yet another condom inside her perfect vagina.

Pam

After we both orgasmed incredibly, Owen closed the curtains and shut off everything before lowering the X and helping me to my feet again. He slipped the t-shirt onto me, and that's when I leaned in and kissed him. It was a bit soft and hungry at the same time, and conveyed my feelings for him perfectly at that moment.

"Thank you for that, Owen," I uttered softly.

"Thank you for everything," he responded, clearly appreciative.

We sat and chatted for a few more minutes before everyone else finally returned.

"Wow! That was better than I could have imagined," David exclaimed as he entered the box.

Pulling me slowly to my feet, Dennis offered, "You were great, Honey!" Then, in a whisper against my ear, he added, "It looked like you and Owen had a really good time during that spider attack. I'm glad that you enjoyed him."

"Did you see him or just know?"

"You don't move like that unless you are having some good, hard peaks. Plus, even with the spiders everywhere, I'd have to be blind not to see him fingering your ass, even with his shirt sleeve pulled down. So, anal, huh? I guess we found two new things that you love today," Dennis teased before kissing my cheek.

"You told the guy in the pig mask about that, didn't you?" I surmised.

"Not exactly," Dennis said while kissing my cheek again.

"It was you?! Oh, you sexy, sneaky husband of mine," I spouted before hugging Dennis hard and kissing him passionately.

Kim

"Okay, you two lovebirds, give me a minute to go over the results of the test. Right from the start, we couldn't even get close to the box during your first run. Even with the fire app and most of you obscured by the fake flames, everyone slowed down to check out the 'naked hottie that caught on fire."

"Then, during the pig man attack, the line stopped completely to watch him 'slice your sexy ass to pieces,' before the side cameras cut off, and it was assumed that he 'nailed you from behind."

"During the break before the spider show, we finally made it to the viewing area and watched as an unrelenting mass of spiders consumed your 'hot little bod."

"These were all quotes taken by our exit team members, who had people actually waiting to share their thoughts."

"Never in the history of this show have we had that kind of response, so congratulations on your part in making it happen. Of course, David here is already thinking about how he'll spend the bonus money that he's sure to receive for such a fantastic piece of horror technology."

"And, if he's really smart, he has already got a plan for another house or two for next year," Dennis inserted.

David

"This was a total team effort, and that will be shared at the top levels of this company. Plus, having Pam and Dennis here to test this device, especially after the zombie house incident earlier tonight, was like a perfect storm. Then, of course, there's Kim with her drive and inspiration to get this whole project funded!

"Speaking of which, I understand that the two of you are here for a few more days and are planning to visit us again. I'm comping your visit and am giving you both annual passes for the parks and Scarefest for the rest of the season. Come back whenever you want, because you are now considered honorary employees."

Pam

We all talked for a while longer until the Scarefest and the park began to close for the night. Dennis and I said our goodbyes and told everyone that we would be back for the Thursday night show. "So make sure you've got the other houses running at peak, because we want to see them all. Plus, schedule me a little time back here in the box. I want to see what else this thing can do."

I slept late Tuesday morning. Dennis sat on the porch, reading the local papers while drinking coffee. When I finally awoke, he brought me some coffee and started a bubble bath in the oversized tub in our room. I was definitely sore from the numerous cocks, fingers, and tongues that penetrated every orifice, but it was a happy aching.

After slipping into the very warm water, I soaked for nearly an hour, while adding more hot water when needed. Even after finally removing myself from my watery paradise, I still felt lazy and only donned one of the Scarefest t-shirts so as not to tease my loving husband. In my mind, I would have loved spending the afternoon in bed with his wonderful penis inside me, but the reality was that the soreness between my legs would have prevented any such thing, for now.

We'd had some late breakfast delivered to the room, but by two in the afternoon, I needed to be outside in the sun and walk a little to loosen up the leg muscles. After slipping on some respectable clothing, we headed for the park since we now got into everything for free. We rode a few rides, but mostly just walked, shopped, and ate the day away.

With the Sun dropping, we went back to the restaurant that we visited immediately after the zombie house. At the front desk, I inquired, "Is Rachel working tonight?"

"Yes, she is. Would like like a table in her section?" the young hostess asked.

"Yes, please," I replied as Dennis eyed me suspiciously.

"She was curious about the whole thing, so I thought I could talk to her a little more."

"Curious, huh?" Dennis said while continuing to give me the look.

"Yes," I responded somewhat authoritatively.

I grabbed his hand as the hostess led us to our table. Rachel spotted us immediately from across the dining room and headed right over.

"Hello, you two!" Rachel offered giddily, with a great big smile on her face. "I'm so glad to see you again. Have you been attending any of the Scarefest houses?"

"No, we've mostly been shopping since I'm still a little sore from last night," I replied while lowering my voice to a whisper.

"I would imagine so, especially after your fun with the zombies," Rachel added in a lowered voice.

"I also heard that you two tested out the new glass box of horror at the other house late last night as well. Was it as fun as everyone said? I understand that the line stopped moving completely at one point," Rachel continued.

"It was very fun and terrifying at the same time. You should try it," I suggested while grabbing her hand.

Rachel turned beet red, but never pulled her hand from mine. I watched as she pondered the thought, then contemplated aloud, "Maybe we could do it together?"

She lingered for another minute before her name was called from the kitchen to pick up an order. Pulling away in a bit of a frenzy, Rachel dashed across the dining room and out of sight for half a minute before walking back out with a serving tray full of food for a table not far from ours.

I kept my eye on her as Dennis inquired, "Why are you goading her about this, Baby?"

"Because I can tell that she wants it badly."

"Are you sure? Because it is not something that should be entered into lightly."

"I am, and will prove it to you."

Rachel stopped back by and took our order while lingering a little longer.

"Do you get an extra little thrill from being scared? I mean, down in your nether regions. After walking through one of the houses, are your panties damp or even soaked?" I questioned in ever-decreasing volume.

"God, yes!" she spouted with a little too much exuberance.

"Do you crave being touched at that moment?"

"You mean like I do right now from just talking about it?" Rachel mumbled softly.

"Yes, like right now," I stated before she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward her exposed inner thigh just below her short waitress skirt. I'd barely grazed the skin when she shook like you would from a sudden chill running down your spine.

"What time are you off tonight?"

"Not until midnight, why?" she questioned while still in a daze.

"Would you like to visit one of the houses with us tonight, after your shift?"

"How about tomorrow night, since I have the whole day off. That way, the three of us could visit several of the houses together," Rachel replied as her fingertips brushed my bare knee.

"Sounds good," I purred as the goosebumps rose across my thigh.

About then, Rachel was called back to the kitchen again and took off like a shot, leaving me damp and wanting her touch.

"Okay, I stand corrected," Dennis conceded while moving his hand up my other leg. He paused at the top and dipped his fingers into my sodden hole.

"Yes! She really got me going," I cooed as Dennis' fingers softly caressed my open labia.

"And you, her, I imagine, based on the look she shared after your hand touched her leg."

"Yesss, just like that," I whispered as my overly sensitive entrance quivered in ecstasy.

Rachel reappeared moments later while I was still in the afterglow of Dennis' touch.

"I see that someone had some fun while I was gone," Rachel said with a shit-eating grin. "So, what can I get for you two, before I'm called away again?"

Dennis

I suggested a couple of steaks and some beers while the girls seemed to have their own conversation without words. Rachel hung out for another minute as they continued their unheard girl talk before she was called away once again.

"What is it with you two?"

"I think that she may have a thing for me. Or, at the very least, is greatly looking forward to spending some time getting scared and stimulated with me."

"Maybe we should take her to the new clown house first. It's not the same as five years ago, but it was your first really good scare. Maybe the new one loves to lick a little pussy, too. That might be a good way to ease her into the whole having sex with strangers thing," I suggested.

"That sounds good, but did you hear what I said about her maybe having a thing for me?" Pam countered.

"I did, and in case you haven't been paying close attention, almost every guy that has had sex with you so far since this whole thing started has had a thing for you. Look at Owen, who's had sex with you four times in one night and was giving you googly eyes before he saw us walk in after your last time together. Honey. Pamela. I love you more than you'll ever know, and you are sexy as hell and have always been. Why do you think that all my friends love having you around? They all want to be with you. You emit a sexual aura that you don't see, but everyone else does."

"I never thought of myself as sexy."

"I know, and it doesn't matter to me either way because I love you and always will."

"Is my sexiness why you're letting me have all this fun?" Pamela questioned seriously.

"No. The reason I'm helping you have all this fun is because I love you more than anyone in this world, and I fully intend to grow old, gray, and fat with you."

"What if I don't want to be fat?" Pam offered apologetically while snuggling up close. She then whispered softly, " I'm sorry for even briefly thinking anything else. I love you so much, too! How does one know that they're sexy, anyway?"

She continued to mumble softly with her face buried in my neck and holding on tight as our food arrived along with our drinks. I smiled at Rachel and mouthed, "She's having a moment," before she walked away to take care of another customer.

After another minute or two, I spoke quietly to her, " Baby, there is no need to be apologetic. I took no offense to your question. I knew that you weren't aware of your effect on others, and I understand your lack of awareness. I, too, have been told what a hot old bastard I am, and had no knowledge either," I blurted out while she began to chuckle at the thought.

"That's my Baby. Now let's put this all aside and enjoy our dinner while planning you and Rachel's mutual defilement."

Pam smiled broadly at my nonsense while we each began to eat our dinner. After we finished, Rachel had more free time, and we made plans to meet around five tomorrow night at the front of this restaurant. Pam gave her some tips on clothing, even though it wasn't much different than her work apparel, other than being a bit less material. Pam did confide that she didn't wear undergarments, but that that was entirely up to Rachel.

We walked around the park a little more before heading back to the hotel. Pam was attached to me even more than usual as we meandered down the hallway toward our room, which I enjoyed immensely. After entering our room, Pam pulled me straight to the bed and removed my clothes before pushing me onto the king-sized love sack. She took her time stripping for me while flashing me her uncovered cooter here and there.

By the time she'd removed the last of her garments, I was flying high and ready for action. Pam continued to tease while avoiding my hard-on completely. She crawled all over the bed while sitting on various parts of my body so that I could feel just how wet she was. She even held it above my face while pinning my head down on the pillow to keep me from getting a taste.

Finally, she moved above my leaking stiffy and lowered down until it rested between her glutes against her pucker. She rotated on my slippery pole, using it to open up her restrictive little star.

Pam

"You nearly had it in the box, and there's no question that you will be my first back here, so lie back and let me ride you, cowboy."

"From my understanding of this sort of sex, lubrication is the key. Maybe we should get something to keep it slippery?"

"What... do you... suggest?" I mumbled as the tip spread open my loosening pucker.

"Do we have any... oh fuck... Vaseline?" Dennis questioned while obviously enjoying the feeling as he entered me slowly.

"Too late!" I yelped as I sank down his pole completely. I stayed there as Dennis tickled my little pearl with his flicking pointer finger, and I orgasmed to the feeling of his hard penis where none had ever been.

"We should have tried this years ago," I panted, since every little movement spread fire throughout my groin and kept my pussy running like a washerless spigot.

I rose slowly to enhance and extend the pleasure when Dennis blurted out, "Not too fast! It's so snug and warm and depraved."

I was nearing his glans and felt the extra width that usually preceded his orgasm. I stopped there for a moment and then slid back down again. "I see what you mean, it's not quite as slick as it was the first time. Carry me to the bathroom, I'm pretty sure that I have some Vaseline or lotion that we can use."

Dennis worked his way off the bed until he was seated on the edge. I wrapped my arms and legs around him before he pushed himself into a standing position and walked slowly toward the bathroom. Each step sent a little tingle through me, and was obviously doing something for him as well.

Once we entered the restroom, I suggested, "Turn sideways and hold me so that I can look through my makeup bag."

I perused the assorted beauty items as Dennis held me tight. His face was alongside mine, and he kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe distractingly. "Stop that, already," I whimpered, feeling the jolts of electricity shooting straight to my stretched little star.

Finally, I found a small jar of the lubrication and instructed, "Back to the bed, you dirty ass-fucker!"

He made short work of the fifteen steps and placed me on my back. "Pull out gently," I urged as he gradually removed himself from my insides. After his head popped out, I moved back and told him to lie back down to start all over. I coated his cock in the greasy concoction before slipping a blob inside my still slightly opened rear entrance. Once we were amply slick, I positioned myself above him and lowered back down with ease.

"Oh, fuck yesss... I'm loving this," I purred while riding his manly meat with my formerly virgin ass.

"Slow down, Baby! It's still rather tight in there, and I don't want to explode too quickly," Dennis pleaded, seemingly already on the verge of cumming.

After I slowed a little, he began working my clit. When it was clear that I was getting close, Dennis began pumping upward to meet my downstroke. It only took a few collisions to send us both into the stratosphere. I fell onto him, convulsing wildly as he shot the first of many cums inside my now defiled backside. And that was the last thing I remembered until morning.

Dennis

Pam's eyes fluttered while obviously trying to focus on her surroundings. Once she saw me in the chair near the window, I inquired, "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," she replied with a satisfied smile.

I grabbed her a cup and brought it over while sitting down on the bed alongside her.

"So how is your backside feeling, sexy lady?"

"Pleasantly used, I would say. It's not really sore, but I can tell that something has been in there that never was before, and it's tingling a little. I don't think I would share that with anyone else just yet. I think it needs a little more breaking in," Pam issued with a racy little smirk.

"Do you need anything washed, since we have that stackable unit in the closet at our disposal? I have a few things that I would like to wear again before we leave."

"Yes, I'm glad you reminded me. I'm gonna need my skimpiest outfits washed and dried for tonight and maybe tomorrow night, if I don't overdo it tonight."

"You, overdo something?" I grinned.

"Okay, let's get the laundry going so that we're not down to the last minute with that, and then why don't you join me in the shower. My back needs a good scrubbing in places I can't quite reach," Pam teased before slipping out of bed naked.

I watched as she bent over to grab her dirty clothes and then carried them to the washing machine. She got it started and added my clothes that were sitting there, and then turned back. I eyed her amazing body, ogling every inch as she slowly strut in my direction.

Pam

"It's shower time, Mister, so get your cute little butt off that bed and in here with me right now!"

Dennis followed me into the large glass-doored stall with its overhead and side-mounted shower heads. We soaped up, kissed, and played like newlyweds, enjoying every drop of that warm water splashing across our horny bodies. Dennis insisted on no penetration to save me for later, so I dropped to my knees.

I sucked him slowly at first as the water cascaded all over my face. He was so horny that he began fucking my face gently until I put his hands on my head, before saying, "Give it to me like the slut that I am! Take my throat as your own and fill my belly with your boiling seed!" I bellowed.

Dennis worked his cock into my esophagus with controlled strokes, so as not to hurt me, but with a fire that told me just how badly he wanted to use me for his dumpsite. With him directing the action, I used one free hand to massage his balls while the other flicked my clit perfectly.

Calling myself a slut aloud really brought things home for me. Whether I was scared or not, I craved being used as a cumpocket for men and women. As this revelation coursed through my mind, I began to shudder and climax while sucking hard on Dennis's embedded penis. He, too, came like a rocket before we both folded to the warm floor. He must have known, deep down, and pulled me to him. Dennis held me tight and as we kissed hungrily.

"Fuck me here on the floor like you would a whore!"

"You're not a whore, but you are definitely a slut! I will make sure that you get all you can handle and make sure that you're not hurt in the process. For all intents and purposes, I'll be your pimp, and I'll love and protect you as I always have. You will always control who you have sex with, and no money will ever change hands."

"Thank you, Honey, for all that you do for me. I love you for so many reasons, and your deep understanding of my, not quite normal, desires is just one more reason that I am yours forever and ever."

Sitting up, Dennis pulled me to my feet as we finished off our shower. He doted on me even more than usual after our little chat on the warm tile floor, always holding me in some way as if to remind me that he was always there for me. If it weren't for him, I'd probably have become a strung-out whore working a street corner and near death due to my not-so-quiet urges. He gave me all he had in our younger years, which obviously quelled my lustful yearnings until not so long ago.

With these thoughts running wild through my gray matter, I hugged him close and whispered, "It will only ever be you. No matter how many penises fill my wanton form to quell my craving, I will only ever love you until the day I die. And you need to take that deep in your heart and hold it there forever. The zombie gangbang, that changed me. It increased my thirst for impulsive sexual contact, and this place is perfect for me to get what I need with minimal consequences."

"I know," Dennis whispered back while holding me close like only he could.

Dennis

We dressed and went to grab a bite to eat, do a little window shopping, and generally spend time being together. We'd become even closer than ever with Pam's recent revelation that she was more than just a Scaredy Slut. She finally admitted to wanting and loving having strangers fuck her on a whim. She also confessed that it was our closeness and my willingness to aid her in these efforts that helped her realize what she wanted and needed.

"I wonder whether they have or a considering making a line of clothing for the Scaredy Sluts," I rattled off to Pam as it popped into my head.

"I would think that they should, but Kim would probably be the one to ask, don't you think?" Pam responded.

As we continued to sit on a bench to people watch, I texted Kim, the head of the Scaredy Slut division. "An odd question crossed my mind just now as we've been out shopping. Do you have any Scaredy Slut apparel?"

Pam and I continued to chat, while not expecting any immediate reply, but that's exactly what we received only seconds later.

"Actually, we've considered that and have some initial drawings and prototypes, but wanted an active Scaredy Slut to try them on and give us their opinion and any ideas they may have. Where are you two right now? Would you meet me in our small design shop to look over what we have?" Kim replied.

"What do you think, Baby?" I asked Pam after reading her the text.

"Let's go!" she squealed while pulling me off the bench and starting to walk without knowing where we were going.

As Pam dragged me to nowhere in particular, I called Kim.

"Where are you located?"

"Head toward the restaurant area and stand in front of the coffee shop. I'll meet you there," Kim answered.

Unbelievably, we were headed in the correct direction when I spotted the coffee shop and pulled Pam toward the entrance. "She said to meet her here."

A few moments later, Kim popped out a side door and saw us waiting.

"Over here," Kim called to us.

Pam

We followed Kim through the door and upstairs to what looked to be a small clothing manufacturing area. There were several sewing machines of different sorts and clothing patterns in several stacks, as well as designs taped all over the walls. There were two ladies, who looked to be in their sixties, working on the machines.

"This is Darla, and that is Melanie. They are my design and prototype staff for what will become the Scaredy Slut line of specialized clothing. And ladies, this is Pam and her husband Dennis. They have graciously offered their help to us with ideas for the line. Pam is the first Scaredy Slut to use David's glass box of terror, as he likes to call it," Kim offered while introducing all of us.

"Hello, Ladies," both Pam and I uttered in concert.

We shook hands before they showed us some of their designs and a few of the finished products. They seemed to be mostly along the lines of cutoff t-shirts and denim shorts, and skirts. Pam looked them over and offered some thoughts based on her experience with having clothing removed or pushed aside in the heat of the moment.

I looked over some of their drawings and many were quite sexy.

"Okay, from my perspective as one who is rather active, especially of late, many of your designs look great! However, in handling the prototypes, my main suggestion is to change the material for many of them."

"Alright, so what would you suggest?" Darla inquired.

"May I be blunt about what I do, so as to give you an idea as to what I need of them?"

"Please do," Kim answered, then added, "These ladies have heard some of my tales and understand that this is not just about showing off."

I knew that Kim understood, but looked to Darla and Melanie for their acknowledgment as well. Once they nodded excitedly, I spelled it all out for them.

"Sometimes I'm in a setting like being attacked by several zombies while lying on the ground. In a scenario like that, it's important that my clothing be easily removed without being damaged. This is why most of my things are fastened with Velcro rather than the traditional snaps and buttons.

"Other times, it's just a quickie against the wall with no time for complete nudity, so stretchy fabrics for the skirts work much better and conform nicely to the buttocks. Also, for skirts, it would be nice to have pockets mounted along the sides for easy condom dispersal."

"The condom pockets are a great idea, but why not on the back of the skirt?" Melanie asked.

"Well, first off, the condom pockets were my loving husband's idea, so I've got to give him credit for that. Secondly, we don't want anything ruining the vision of a nice, round ass, ready to be used."

"More like, spectacular!" Dennis jumped in while palming the same.

"Okay, what about the shirts?" Darla questioned.

"Another thing that I've done from early on is to stop wearing undergarments to make my goodies easily accessible. So, I stay away from normal t-shirt material for the top half because my nipples are quite prominent when I'm excited, and that doesn't need to be advertised all over the park. I try to keep my exposure limited to the houses and don't want to completely offend other visitors."

"I get that," Kim related.

"The blouses aren't skin tight, so it is easier to hide my excitable nips. Also, I go with a shorter blouse to expose my midriff. At nearly fifty years old, it takes a whole lot of work to keep this flat tummy, so I am definitely going to show it off. So how else can I help?"

"You know what? I have a few pictures of Pam in the outfits she wore the night before last," Dennis augmented while scrolling through his phone. After finding them, he handed it to the ladies for their perusal.

"I see what you mean about the draw of the form-fitting skirts. How about we get your measurements to custom-make a few things for you?" Darla suggested with an almost imperceptible lick of her lips.

"Sounds good. Shall I remove what I'm wearing?"

"It would help make them more accurate, but are you wearing... Oh, myyy." Melanie gulped as I slipped off my shirt and skirt, leaving me naked in their presence.

While Melanie seemed a bit taken aback, I noticed that Darla reached for her measuring tape and stepped my way.

"Okay, let's start with the basics, so legs parted slightly and arms pointed out from your sides," Darla instructed as she went about measuring my arms, breasts, waist, hips, legs inside and out, and feet.

There was something about her touch that was bringing out my inner slut, and I was sure that she could tell.

I called Dennis over and whispered, "Why don't you have Kim take you to her office. I think that the ladies would like some, but Melanie is too shy with you two around. I'm pretty sure that she and Darla are a couple and that they'd like to share me. I'd like to see if that's the case."

"Sure, that's a great idea," Dennis agreed loud enough for everyone to hear. He then proceeded to ask Kim for a tour of the rest of the place while the ladies finished my measurements.

Darla was still on her knees, writing down the last of my numbers, when the door closed behind Dennis and Kim. She'd obviously been waiting for that moment and dropped her pad and pencil before sliding her hands up the outside of my thighs while her face moved toward my leaking puss. She caressed the back of my legs and ass while tentatively licking at the stream of my fluids running down my right inner thigh.

I felt my skin rise up to meet Darla's touch as I unconsciously spread my feet to open my eager crotch. Even knowing that it was coming sooner or later, I jumped a little as Melanie's hands moved down my shoulders from behind. She gradually slid them to my swelling breasts as her's pressed against my back while kissing my neck. I hit the nail on the head with my assumption that they were already a couple and wanted desperately to share me, especially after I stripped naked right in front of them.

Darla finally lost her composure and dove into my slit with her wiggling tongue. Both of my hands found the back of her head as my feet spread even further apart. I pressed her face into my trembling cunt, as Melanie pulled and twisted my nipples impeccably, all while sucking my neck and ears. My first cum weakened my knees, but the ladies held me fast while continuing to explore my energized body.

Darla

Pam tasted better than I could have imagined, especially after her first climax. I'd only massaged her buttocks up until this point, but I finally couldn't resist teasing her plump pucker. She must have had anal sex not too long ago, based on the puffiness of her little star. I brought a hand to her front and slipped my middle finger inside her slippery core, coating it well. As I was pulling it back out, a wanton plea for "more" changed my mind.

Slipping two fingers into Pam while still teasing her back door brought on a shudder that coated my intruding digits. Pulling them out, I sucked them deep in my mouth before pressing my face back into her delicious snatch for more. Pam was now leaning on my shoulders while I continued to delve into her yummy puss.

Melanie

She smelled so good as I licked and nibbled across her shoulders, neck, and ears. My hands found her perky breasts, and I massaged them gently, at first. Her nipples were already hard when I first touched them, but they swelled even more when I began pulling and twisting them. I smashed my clothed tits into her back and pressed my groin against her ass, and Darla's roaming hands. I only wished that I had my strap-on to fuck her bewitching buttocks while Darla continued to eat her.

Pam

These two had my number, eating and fondling me to unending peaks that finally left me carried to a chair where they continued to pillage my quivering cunt. I finally passed out and woke a little later in the same position, with my legs spread wide and lying on the chair's arms, but shrouded in a blanket. I felt like a meal that they planned to come back to later, but covered up to keep everyone else away.

"You two are amazing!" I purred, still feeling the aftereffects of their tag-team.

"Thank you, Sexy!" Darla replied while running the embroidery machine on a short black skirt.

"You have a tasty little pussy, so we enjoyed it very much!" Melanie added while sewing some black lace onto a shortened black Scarefest t-shirt.

"So, how long have I been out, and did Dennis stop back in yet?"

"You've been out about twenty-five minutes or so. He did check in, but saw you asleep, so he went back to talking to Kim. Meanwhile, we took some of your ideas, combined them with ours, and added a little more to get what we think will be one of many very hot little outfits for a tempting little slut like you," Darla responded.

"Are they almost ready? I'd love to try them on for you two before anyone else returns," I teased while pulling off the blanket and playing with my still slippery labia.

Melanie finished first and went right back to eating me like she hadn't had a meal in weeks. I wrapped my feet around her head, pressing it deeper into my whorishly happy box. Cumming again, I moaned lustily over the sound of the embroidery machine that was still finishing its task. Coating her face, I held Melanie hard against my convulsing pelvis until I was once again spent. My legs dropped to the floor as I gasped for air while she cleaned me with broad laps of her rough tongue.

I was still breathing hard when Darla shut off her sewing machine and held up the skirt for us to see. The back had Scaredy Slut stitched in bright yellow with an eerie-looking typeface.

"Nice!" I commented before she turned them to show the condom-sized pockets on each hip. Then Darla turned to show us the front, and there was the red face of the devil with his forked yellow tongue hanging down like he was licking the slit of whoever might be wearing the skirt.

"Can I try them both on?" I squealed like an excited toddler.

Melanie and I stood up while Darla handed over both the top and the bottom parts. Melanie helped me slip the top on, and it hugged me like a glove, but the intermittent lace that she'd sewn on hid my fat and excited nipples.

I sat back down as Darla slid the elastic shirt up my legs to just below my ass. At that point, I had to stand, and then she pulled it up the rest of the way. It gripped my ass the same way she had done with her hands earlier. I strutted to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and turned to present my ass. The stitching ran across the top of the waistline and didn't interfere with the look of my full, round rump. I played with the height while bending over to see if they pulled up when I did. They gripped so well that they stayed in place unless I pulled them up myself.

"They're both perfect, Ladies!" I expressed elatedly.

"Can I keep these for tonight?"

"Yes!" they both replied together, before Darla added, "And we'll have a few different ones for you tomorrow morning, so stop by and see us again."

To be continued...