* Getting out of Dodge
The bar around them was energetic, filled with the daily ritualistic indulgence that is happy-hour. "I don't know how you do it Mark." He meant marriage of course. "How long have you and Stephanie been together? Three, maybe four years now?" His friend nodded back to him. "I think I have a three month curse."
Chris has spent this evening confessing that he just broke it off with his latest girlfriend. "After three months, women start to freak out. Out of nowhere they just start talking as if they own my future. They start suggesting vacations, telling me how my living room would be so much more brighter and aerier with lime colored curtains, or making one of a half dozen other hairbrained compromises to my life. And I feel like I hardly even know them. Suddenly every time I pull their clothes off, all I can think about is how much I hate white picket fences and how kids are something other people should bring over to my place to keep the rug-cleaners and painting companies in business."
Mark couldn't help but laugh. Chris seemed to have it all. Somehow, despite the two of them graduating the same degree program in Marketing, Chris' life had simply soared past his. Chris made more money, he lived in a high-rise Miami apartment, and not less than once a month he'd introduce Mark to another stunningly hot girl that was a 'friend' of his.
Back when Mark's schedule included nightlife, it was rare for one of Chris' stable of women, from casual acquaintances to semi-frequent hookups, not to spot them and come say hello. Mark simply didn't understand how Chris could know such gorgeous women, and still come up with reason after reason that none of them were good enough. Mark wasn't exactly jealous. His wife was amazing. He just never had that kind of opportunity.
Mark had to shout a little to be heard over the noisy bar crowd, "Chris man, I don't know what to tell you." Chris certainly didn't need to marry, he really didn't. But he seemed to want to, or at least be trying to find someone special. "Stephanie and I Just want the same things. Ohh, and I'm not afraid of procreating. Someone has to continue our species."
Some part of Mark wanted to smack his friend, as if to wake him up. Chris' current girlfriend, Reena, was so hot that Mark found himself meeting them for drinks just to be around her. Plus, as far as Mark knew, she actually seemed quite nice and normal. This was a far cry from most of Chris' sexy but often mal-adjusted girlfriends. Like the one that pepper sprayed a doorman who refused to let her up, or Kendra. Christ, Kendra. Mark still couldn't get her out of his head.
Kendra was a big Mets fan. Mark had dropped by Chris' place on a Saturday afternoon to leave them some ballgame tickets. After buzzing him up, she opened the door stark naked, save for her heels. She was absolutely gorgeous. Blond, tall, fashion model thin. Mark had fingered his wedding ring for the strength to decline her invitation inside as he handed over the tickets.
Mark could sill recall her voice pleading with him. Are you sure? Chris told me he'd be 'right back' over an hour ago, and we're tired of waiting. She had reached her arm around him, and whispered to him with the best fuck-me voice Mark had ever heard, We're both jacked on X and just dying for a cock to play with. Mark couldn't stop himself from pushing the door open to see her naked friend, legs spread wide on the couch. She was brunette and slowing fingering herself, as if to keep warm because he'd interrupted them. Mark turned and ran out of there like his pants were on fire, seeing his marriage, and possibly a friendship, flash before his eyes. But when Chris had heard the story, he just laughed, telling Mark he really missed out, that Kendra was a dirty girl in the sack.
Chris was just never satisfied, no matter what girlfriend he had. Mark had never been like that, his wife Stephanie might not strut around in panties, starve herself constantly, or bring 'friends' into their bed, but she was amazing, really amazing. She made his life better. Mark wondered if maybe Chris' problem was something other then commitment, and poked fun, "I think you need to see someone totally different... A psychiatrist." Chris didn't seem amused.
Then someone dawned on Mark, something he'd read about recently. "Wait, I know what you need." Mark had recently read about some kind of kinky adult vacation. He didn't dare bring it up with Stephanie, but maybe Chris would try it out. "I heard about this place, this resort. Some kind of mutual adult exploration. Maybe if you get whatever it is you're searching for out of your system, you can find someone to be happy with." Chris was doubtful, but as he swigged down the last of his pint, he thought, hell, why not.
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Before he got the details from Mark. Chris had done a little research, finding places that seemed like scams. Laiden with blurry pictures of women from odd angles, they seemed like cheap hotels luring you out into hard-to-leave locations so they could bleed you dry with drug riddled and hardly attractive women.
However, the website for this thing Mark turned him onto seemed totally different. It was a bit non-descript, but almost classy, with a black background and white text reading, 'Goddess Resort'. The site design was clean and simple, conveying a sense of budget, or purpose, or both. As he dug deeper, he saw pictures of an upscale thatch and bamboo resort, with a pool area set on the beach.
Conspicuously absent were pictures of any women, or people at all. The other sites he'd checked out had galleries of pictures, usually obscuring the face, body, and any trust that the women were pretty. This site had promises of partners and experiences beyond your wildest dreams, but no people were depicted at all.
Then he found their guarantee. You pay nothing until you are onsite and confirm our promises. All inclusive, no tipping allowed, no currency exchange allowed, no added charges. That was different. The more he read the more he realized how different it was. Turns out you couldn't just book a visit, you had to apply. The location of the resort was vague, but with a Carribean destination, it couldn't be more than a couple hours flight.
Chris decided to go for it. He registered, and started filling out the online application. It turned out to be more of a sex checklist. At first he felt like quite a stud. He answered questions like number of partners -- cumulative, consecutively, simultaneously. He'd seen his share of bedroom time of all tyepes -- quiet, intimate, sexy freak-show. Then he started having to answer negatively. Some S&M, some punishment, even violence. The sex section came to and end and led into an unexpected set of psychology questions. How did he respond to intimidation? Did have have anger issues? Rate his level of respect for women. The application ended with employment and financial background. He realized he hadn't noticed any prices on the website, but from the way this whole thing was coming across, it couldn't be cheap. He finished and clicked send, wondering what would happen next.
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"I can't believe you're actually going." Mark was secretly jealous as he drove Chris to the airport. Chris normally would have hired a towncar like he usually did, but Mark insisted on driving him, as if it got him somehow closer to going himself. If this thing was half as amazing as Chris made it out to be, Mark was missing out on the trip of a lifetime.
At the airport curb, Chris pulled his carry-on from the trunk and patted his friend with a gentlemanly hug. "You should be coming with me. This place is going to be sick." Mark had no doubt he was right, but he didn't have room in his mind to think about it. He offered a fist-bump before they parted and Mark headed for home. Well, at least he'd get to hear about it.
Chris made it to the plane boarding for an island off Jamaica before his euphoric confidence about the trip started waning. The plane was filled with grungy passengers. Nothing like a Miami to Vegas flight, where most everyone was beautiful and it was easy to spot the strippers. Chris liked to joke that those flights were the only place in the world strippers didn't expect benjamins to fly at them like rain in a thunderstorm. Chris had more than once been seated next to one -- and one he coaxed into the restroom so he could join the mile-high club. He figured she did it because two hours is a long time to survive the boredom of stripper ADD.
On the Jamacian flight, Chris be lucky not to be seated next to a sweating mexican or cuban with a weight problem. He cursed at the air-travel gods for having no first class seats in this plane.
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The flight itself wasn't nearly as bad as he imagined, and he passed the time reading some industry rags he'd brought with to keep him busy during the ten-day vacation. The Jamacian airport, however, was even worse. Immigration and customs were hot and muggy; there was no A/C anywhere; and people were packed into dense lines, like cattle inching towards the slaughter. This was one of those situations he despised in his privileged upper-class life. He scanned the room for a way to buy himself out of it, but instead just found semi-automatic weapons watching for suspicious travelers. He could survive the lines.
The first moment of improvement came at the sight of his driver. Dressed in crisp white, he held a plain sign with CHRISTOPHER ROTHCHILD written in large block letters. As Chris approached him, he felt immediately recognized. "Bienvenida, Bienvenida, senor Rothscald". The man took his bag, and lead him to a new and clean white van with tinted windows.
Inside, the van was unusual, resembling a low-budget party limo. The entire floor was carpeted and a low wide seat was against the side of the van. He felt like he was almost sitting on the floor, though the cushion was plenty comfortable. The driver said something in Spanish he didn't understand, and then took off for their destination.
Chris tried a few times to find out what the driver knew about the resort, but he kept just answering, no comprende, no comprende. He gave up, and just zoned out staring at the inside of the van while it made it's way. He realized he had no idea where he was headed, that he couldn't even see out the windows seated so close to the floor.
For a moment Chris wondered if this the whole operation was a front for kidnapping, organ harvesting, or some other nefarious activity. He turned on his cellphone and was happy to see both battery and signal. How many trips had he been on where there wasn't at least a possibility of it all being a sham. Anything outside a big city really. He felt confident that at least his friend Mark knew where he was, and would come looking if he didn't get some kind of contact from him. Not that searching would do much good if that evening ended with him cut open lying in a bathtub, his organs flying to save a south american druglord's cousin.
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Some words from the taxi-drive broke his morose train of thought. "Recurso de la diosa." Chris had no idea what he was saying. "A menudo se llama complejo de las mujeres giantes." Chris felt the van turn into a drive, and caught glimpses of an archway pass his useless vantage point up and out of the window. Moments later, the van came to a stop and the door swung open, revealing the first pleasant surprise of the trip, the front promenade of a gorgeous tropical hotel.
As soon as Chris stepped from the van, he noticed a smartly dressed, tan, and attractive woman waiting for him. "Welcome Christopher. I hope your flight was bearable. I'll show you the resort and get you registered. Please allow me to take your bag." She wheeled it off in front of him, and he followed her into a dark paneled bamboo and thatch entryway.
Inside, the ceilings were vaulted, bringing the shape of the roof-line directly into the interior. There was no formal looking hotel reception. Instead some empty couches occupied one side of the room, while the other side contained a dark large natural slab of wood, with a chair on either side. She wheeled up to the desk, and offered him one of the chairs. "If you could just fill out these basic forms, we can get started. As is stated in our guarantee, you will receive a brief tour before you will be under any payment obligation." She pushed some paper across the table and Chris began to handle it.
The first was simply a check-in statement, thankfully filled out with all of his information. It included his arrival and departure dates, and the astonishingly high per-night rate of the resort. He had given pause after finding how much the place cost, but he had the money, and it wouldn't do him any good when he was dead. He was also encouraged by the line describing the resort as 'an exclusive environment for mutual adult engagement and fantasy fulfillment'. Apparently it was other patrons like himself, not staff members, that would make his stay worthwhile. So it was not prostitution, and more like club med. Chris wasn't above paying for sex, but this was more his style. He suspected some part of their exorbitant rates subsidized stays for the right kind of counter-party clientele.
After reviewing the check-in details, the next form was a basic release disclaimer. He really just skimmed it. Many resort activities .... danger ... at your own risk.... patrons tested daily ... sexual activity .. not without risks. not responsible... not responsible... not responsible... not responsible. It was really quite a standard release form. They could probably outright stab you in public, throw you in a ditch, send a video of the crime to your mother, and claim that because of some fine-print in this release form they were somehow not responsible. Bottom line? If you were dead in a ditch it wouldn't matter. He signed it.
The receptionist was ticking away at a little Apple laptop when he pushed the forms back over towards her. Once she was satisfied, she gestured her hand towards a nearby hallway, where another woman was approaching. "Excellent Christopher. This is Linda, she will be your personal guide for this tour, and can answer any questions that should arise during your stay in the resort." Linda handed him an icy and dripping wet glass of a tasty looking red punch, and he welcomed it in the sticky heat. His first taste gulped half of it down.
"Please, walk with me. You may leave your bag here." He followed as she led them back the way she'd came in. "I'm confident you'll find our establishment is quite different than any you have every experienced, and exceptionally so. We combine the amenities of a five-star hotel with the settings of a tropical island. Then, through our exclusive methods, design a patron driven experience that we are confident you will never forget."
Chris was in marketing, and he admired the craft. Find a product people want, and then expertly chose sound bytes to spin it into something they'll pay many multiples more to buy than it costs to make. He hoped they could deliver on their promises. At least the punch was good. "Unlike a traditional hotel, we have very few roaming staff members. Instead, we enlist our patrons to entertain and serve each other inside the resort." Wow if that didn't ever sound like a source of margin value. "All our patron service activities are strictly voluntary, of course, and there is no dirty work. We take care of the cooking, and cleaning, and well, anything that isn't directly serving a resort visitor. It may sound unconventional, but I assure you most of our visitors participate and enjoy this part of the experience.
"As you know, this is goddess resort. We have carefully screened our female 'goddess' patrons. Their job is to pamper you, and your job is to worship them. Tell them and show them how much you admire them, and they will pamper you all the more. I am simply here to simply guide you and answer questions." She was turning a corner. This hallway was cooler and dim, except for frequent windows peering out onto sunshine lit tropical plants.
"The resort is split off into three segregated areas. We think of them as levels. The more you engage yourself in the experience, the more you admire and enjoy the patrons, the more you embody the spirit of goddess resort, the more quickly you will gain entry into the next level. Some enjoy all three levels in a single visit, while others return time and time again, working to obtain and enjoy the benefits higher levels have to offer. When you return, you will be allowed to participate in any level of the resort you have been previously allowed."
She stopped, about five feet from a wide opening to the outdoors, the bright sun somewhat blinding their view beyond the threshold. "Let me express my personal sincere hope that you will one day reach level three, and experience that which truly gives goddess resort it's name. Now, let's go introduce you to level one." With that creshendo, she stepped through the door, and Chris followed her outside.
As his eyes adjusted to the brighter light, he was on a terrace overlooking an incredible pool area, entirely like what he had seen in the website pictures. Bamboo and thatch buildings and umbrellas were punctuated by white cushions and white stucko walls that brightly reflected the sun. However, unlike the pictures in on the website, this pool scene was steaming with gorgrous women. Some of them were walking about, some of them were engaged in PDA with men, and some of them were simply lying sunning. There seemed to be many more women then man, possibly as many as three to one. Chris focused in on details, and each woman he singled out was absolutly sunning. "As per our guarantee, you may now leave the resort without any charge. Is our environment satisfactory?"
Chris was overwhelmed at the scene he was gazing out at. "I'm speechless. Your facilities, and your patrons, are stunning."
"Excellent. Take a look through our patrons, and let me know if there is anyone in particular you'd like to welcome you. If not, I'd gladly select someone for you." Chris noticed some of the women already looking up at them on the terrace. His eyes were immediately drawn to a sultry brunette whose eyes locked onto his. Linda followed his glance, and without pressing for any more clarity she rang a bell. Even more women looked to the balcony, and many down below raised their hands, including the brunette. Linda gestured back, singling her out. The stunning woman shot Chris a satisfied smirk and stood, walking towards a door down below and out of sight. Another woman joined her.
As Linda led them back to the lobby, she covered some technicalities, "we have our own sense of etiquette here at the resort. For everyone's safety, STD testing is required each day; and, violence, aggression, drama, and tempers are strictly prohibited. PDA on the other hand, is not only allowed, it is encouraged, as are public nudity, and public sex. However, as Level One is the first introduction to the resort, patrons are requested to remain mostly clothed unless actively engaged. Male patrons are invited to spectate, even voyeur, any public activity, but we request that you refrain from disturbing those involved. Female patrons, on the other hand, are not under the same restriction, so don't be surprised if you are politely approached anytime you are in public, even while engaged with a partner." The juxtoposition of the impressive pool scene and the overtly sexual content in her guidelines was starting to whet his appetite, fast.
Back in the lobby, the two gorgeous bikini clad women were there to greet him. The brunette he had singled out introduced them, "I'm Jodi, and this is Kate." They each offered a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze. They were both about average height, but there was nothing average about them. They were slim and sexy, and their suits showed every inch of skin possible. Linda handed off a map, while Kate handled his luggage. "Shall we," Jodi extended her arm, leading them off in a different direction.
* Goddess 101
The room looked more like a yoga studio than a classroom, with wood flooring, and a mirror lining one wall. Perhaps a dozen chairs were set in rows, and Vanessa could see several of them were already occupied with young attractive girls as she filed in. While they all waited, she admired and envied the amazingly flat and defined tummy of the girl next to her. Vanessa was no slouch in the fitness department, but despite being exceptionally trim, her muscle definition never showed through the same way. She wondered what the woman's secret was. Probably starvation, something Vanessa had never given more than fleeting consideration.
A woman walked in, closing the door behind her, and addressed the group, "Welcome ladies. You have all been carefully screened and selected to be here. This is goddess resort, and during your stay, if you follow our guidance, you are to be worshipped as goddess among men." There was some rustling and a chuckle at the dramatic opening.
The presenter waved her hand and the lights went out, quickly punctuated by a projected image of some kind of aztec monument. "Our journey began in Mexico, where for decades archaeologists have been revealing the history of a majestic ancient civilization." The picture changed to a moving collage, mostly of old looking gold jewelry. "The Aztecs were obsessed with gold. They molded it, worshiped it, and decorated their lives with it. However, they were also fascinated with the gods, or so we thought."
The picture changed again to a stone carved tablet that appeared to depict a story. "Tablets like these have been uncovered from civilizations all over the world. Notice the proportions of the figures. Mainstream historians assumed this woman to be a god of fertility. Notice the size difference of the figures. She was drawn larger than the others to show she was the diety, the one they worshipped."
The image switched to another panel, the crowd gasped and laughed as the processed the sexuality of the images. In these panels, the woman was repeatedly performing felatio to men, sometimes several men. "Recently, we uncovered this panel. Some dismissed it as mere entertainment, an early form of pornography. However, others were skeptical. The Aztecs are a people free with their bodies, often covered in nothing but jewlery. Why would a people who would merely walk their streets to see and touch real naked human flesh, laboriously spend years carving stone pornography? It is estimated that this fragment alone would have taken several artists more than a month of carving to complete." The picture dramatically zoomed out, showing that the fragment was only a small part of a wall of pictures, more than ten times larger. "The entire wall, it is estimated, might have taken more than a year. What purpose did it serve?
"Our own scientists spent years researching just that, and finally developed a theory. That theory was quickly shunned by the academic community, both because of the sexual nature of the tablets, and the unconventional ramifications." The screen shifted again, and now showed modern computer graphics connecting individual fragments of the Aztec story. "What we now know, is that the tables were not merely entertainment or even a story. They were an instruction manual. They depicted an ancient Aztec ritual, one that you will take part in this week while you enjoy your stay here."
A door across the room opened, and someone entered. In the dim light of the projection, Vanessa could see that it was a completely naked man. He stood off to the side of the room. "On your applications, you all accepted a willingness to engage in sexual acts freely, sometimes publicly. May I have a volunteer to perform oral sex on this male resort guest?" The presenter scanned the room, and waved for a girl from the back to come up. Vanessa was shocked at how quickly someone had submitted.
"Miss, what is your name, and may I ask how tall you are?" The audience couldn't hear her response so the presenter repeated it, "Jennifer is five foot nine. I need one of you the same height to merely stand next to her. Is there someone here who is five foot nine?" Vanessa was. What the heck, she rose her hand and the presenter gestured her forward. "Both of you please remove your shoes and stand facing each other. Closer." The woman pressed them until their noses were nearly touching. "You can all see these women are virtually identical heights." There were some nods and sounds of affirmation from the audience.
The hostess gestured to Vanessa, "miss you may sit down. Jennifer, please see to our hotel guest over there, and please swallow his entire production." The volunteer walked over out of the light of the projector, and wasted no time in kneeling down and going to work on him there in front of the classroom. From the resort description Vanessa had expected some crazy happenings during her time here, but she wouldn't have predicted she'd be sitting in a classroom watching a powerpoint presentation while a man was fellated on the sideline.
Despite the provocative distraction, the presenter reasserted her attention over the room. "These pictographs are the key elements of the story. In the left panel you see the rashja, the nectar, and the man drinking it. In the center panel you see the tonyata, or the transfer. The woman is pleasuring him orally to receive his production. The final step is the sernasa, the swelling, or the growth. The potency of the rashja, blessed and embodied by the male, has transformed the female. The sequence repeats, over an over, each segment building on the last, and the result?"
The graphics changed, the right-hand panel becoming a flipbook, each flip changing the female figures shape. Where she started average, even homely, with each flip she slimmed and gained definition, then her form elongated and grew. Taller and more defined. The flipbook slid on the screen, making room for the previous carving, of the goddess of fertility. As it flipped, the woman's appearance approached that of the goddess. "This story was an instruction book, and instruction book to make the goddess." The crowd rustled and some laughed out loud at the seemingly preposterous implication.
Somehow the woman pleasuring the man off to the side now seemed like a parlor trick, like this was some kind of magic show, or slight of hand. The thought entered Vanessa's mind that she could have been a plant, that would certainly explain why she so quickly volunteered. "We presented our interpretation at an international panel of academics. Their response, was to cast us out. We were accused of fabricating everything, including the tablets themselves, for sensationalism and attention. We were not only devastated, we were furious. Uncovering the tablets and their meanings had been almost a decade of work. Some of us were determined to set the record straight. We spent the next several years hunting the region for the source of our rashja, the nectar that we so firmly believed would demonstrate the truth in our interpretation. It was not an easy process. Once we found it, we began an entirely unconventional investigation, as the instructions next step clearly calls for sexual acts. Our team became mired in emotion and personal struggles, nearly tearing itself apart."
The picture went black, shrouding the room in dimness, and leaving the still bobbing head of the volunteer as the most prominent visual. "When we finally achieved the sernasa, we were elated. The effects were temporary, but astounding. We could finally prove our theories. However, after a few nights of reflection, we realized what we had was sacred. It was more important than fame, and more important than the Aztec gold." A picture returned, showing an ornately decorated glass, filled with a red liquid that could have been fruit punch bought at a stateside supermarket. "Rashja was the Aztec's legacy, their contribution to sexuality. It is that gift which we are sharing with you here. You will all be goddess among men. You will take the tonyata, and each experience sernasa. Lights please." The volunteer had finished her task, and was sitting patiently on the floor, the man had already left the room in the darkness.
"Jennifer, you are about to experience sernasa. Let me warn you that there will temporarily be some severe discomfort, even pain. Please come stand over here." The presenter then turned to Vanessa, "miss, would you rejoin us and again stand facing Jennifer please." Vanessa skeptically rose from her seat, standing nose-to-nose in front of the other volunteer.
"Sernasa you experience here at the resort will be slower and calmer than what you are about to see. The comfort of our guests, all of our guests, is our utmost concern. However, we have learned that you will better submit to the rashja, and enjoy your time here, with an undeniable demonstration. Jennifer please brace yourself on her shoulders, and try your best to stay standing. Everyone, please watch carefully, as Jennifer begins her first step in becoming a goddess. It may take several minutes to begin."
The room grew silent. Vanessa was reminded of watching David Copperfield make the Statue of Liberty disappear on national television. Her mind prepared for a source of trickery or distraction as she started at the eyes of Jennifer in front of her.
Vanessa was the first to notice the onset of Jennifer's distress, as she could see it in her eyes, and feel it in her grip. Jennifer did her best to hide it, but in a moment she winced and let out a little yelp of pain. Originally just a contortion of her face, everyone could see and hear that this was much more than mild discomfort. She was already having trouble standing straight. The presenter moved and placed her hand on Jennifer's back in comfort, "breath deeply. The pain will only last a few minutes. Focus on my voice and your breathing. Yes. There is the beginning. I can see the definition in her arms increasing."
The presenter turned to the audience. "Please, come up out of your seats if you wish, you should see this up close." Vanessa was already inches from Jennifer's physique, and felt a chill run through her spine as she saw unnatural movement in her shoulder and neckline. Was it merely body movement? She couldn't be sure, but why did it cause her to shiver? When the moment passed, she could see Jennifer's eyes had risen notably higher. Had she let her posture slouch? She did her best to stand up straight as an arrow as Jennifer cried and winced at another wave of pain. "It's okay, breathe."
Several of the girls had risen from their seats, and were standing near them now, careful not to block the view of others. One of the girls was pointing at Jennifer's leg and whispering something under her breath. Vanessa noticed it was shaking violently. "I can't, I can't," Jennifer cried out, falling onto Vanessa. Held for support, Jennifer's pain was obvious to everyone as she weeped, "it hurts, I can't handle it..." The thought crossed Vanessa's mind that in a magic show, this would be the distraction, the unexpected element everyone could focus on while they were secretly being duped. Yet the girl was crying in her arms. How exactly would they dup *her*? She felt another shiver as Jennifer's body shifted unnaturally against her.
"Can you see it?" The presenter queried the observers. Some of them were nodding, others still searching for some confirmation of the outlandish claims. One girl was defensively postured in her chair, shaking her head, refusing to be pulled into even looking for evidence. "Jennifer, it should be over very soon. Can you try to stand up straight for us?"
Vanessa felt some weight lift off her, as Jennifer strained to right herself. As the volunteer peeled away, Vanessa involuntarily gasped. One of the observers exclaimed, "oh my god!" The woman wasn't just a little taller. Where previously they were eye to eye, Vanessa was staring right at Jennifer's lips. She had to be easily three or four inches taller in the span of only a few minutes. How was that possible?
Jennifer's grimace was fading along with her pain, and a few moment later she was standing free of Vanessa and registering her own shock at the situation. She reached out to touch Vanessa's face as if she didn't herself believe it was real, "that is amazing. I must be six feet tall!" Jennifer turned, taking in the other female patrons with a smile and her new vantage point. Some of their mouths were left hanging open.
The presenter resumed her explanation, "this, my goddesses, is the power of the Rasja. This is our mission, to welcome you into the ancient Aztec ritual. While you are here, you will service our male patrons, filling them with Rasja. You will pleasure and pamper them, so that you may receive the tonyata. In exchange, they will admire you, they will give you the sernasa, and ultimately, they will worship you as goddess among men."
Some of the women were already visibly giddy with excitement, and started a round of clapping that infectiously spread through the room. They were all still staring at Jennifer, and having witnessed it, it was hard not to believe. Vanessa released her concerns. What was the worst that could happen? "Now ladies, if you'll head back out through those doors, we'll get you escorted to your rooms and settled in. I'll need to stay and attend to our doubter." Jennifer could see one woman still stalwart in her chair. She was curious about her path for only a blink before returning to thoughts, really fantasy, of what was in store for her.
* Welcome to Paradise
As Jodi waved Chris through the threshold, he entered his resort room. He could tell immediately the appointment was modern and sharp, while still honoring the traditional bamboo and thatch aesthetic of the resort. There was background music playing already, reminding him of the new age stuff they play at a fitness spa or during a yoga class. Jody stepped past him. "Each room has a full kitchen. You may order room service, or any food items you'd like, or if you prefer someone can come and cook for you here." She opened the refrigerator, "each room is regularly stocked with refreshments." He could see the fridge contained a couple bottles of water, and several pitchers of red punch, undoubtedly the same resort punch he'd already had. He handed her his empty glass and she quickly refilled it before closing the fridge. She brushed against him tantalizingly as she passed, "this of course is the living room, and then the bedroom."
He followed Jodi, joining Kate, already in the bedroom unpacking his bag. Carefully placing each item into it's proper place, item by item. "Kate will have your things put away in a moment. In here is the bathroom," he followed her in, "where you have an oversize jacuzzi tub and shower for two, or three." She smiled a flirty smile. Despite the bathroom being quite large, the walkway was not. She brushed up close, "would you prefer a shower or a massage to relax you after your flight?"
Was she offering to take a shower with him? He dismissed the thought and made the other choice hoping it meant she would stay, "a massage would be excellent." She took his hand and led him back to the bedroom, gesturing for him to sit in a large white cushioned armchair. In front of him, Kate was finished unpacking his clothes as he felt Jodi's fingers run through his hair.
Kate looked his direction, immediatly approaching him, her step filled with a bit of saucy strut. "Welcome to goddess resort." Without hesitation, she knelt and placed her hands low on his legs. Jodi's fingers ran through his scalp and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the alternatating softness and firmness of their touches.
"Ladies, this is really wonderful." He heard them both giggle a little as Kate's hands passed the hem of his shorts, slipping inside. He was impressed. While he had high expectations for the resort, something about it's mission of guest to guest interaction had him expecting he'd have to work much harder to gain the attention of the opposite sex. Yet here it was handed to him with no effort at all. For a moment he wondered how it was possible. How were complete strangers so eager to attend him? Had the resort found a way to recruit hot nymphomaniac women? It dawned on him that nothing in the resort information precluded female guests being paid, maybe they were. At the moment, he didn't care.
Then he realized Jodi's hands were no longer on his neck. When he felt Kate's leave him as well, he decided he'd mis-judged the whole thing. Of course that was too good to be true. They must have finished, he opened his eyes. "Thank you both very much."
"You're welcome, but we are most certainly not finished. We're just getting started." Kate stood in front of him, "we're here to pamper and please you. Before we're done, you'll be ready to nap like a baby. Would you like to finish that?" She gestured towards the glass in his hand, and he gulped the rest of the drink down as he guessed at her intentions. As soon the glass was empty, she relieved it from his hand and took it away towards the kitchen.
Jodi swung around into his view, "mind if I go first?" The question was obviously rhetorical, as a moment later she had slid onto his lap and placed her lips against his. He released himself into the kiss, his arms wrapping around her body. By the time they parted, he could see Kate was watching them from the bed. Jodi unbuttoned down the front of his shirt as he watched Kate untie and release her top. Her body was firm and tight. Had he died and gone to heaven? Kate was staring at him intently as she casually brushed a hand against her bare body for show.
Jodi slid off his lap. He made no objection when she pulled his shorts loose, nor when she wasted no time, immediately taking him into her mouth. If there was any remaining stress from the travel or even his week, it was quickly drifting away. After a few minutes of her gentle action, he climaxed into her, and sank into the chair with a sigh of release. When he regained the composure to open his eyes, he could hear water running elsewhere. Kate was beckoning him towards the bed.
Chris was never modest, so he peeled off the rest of his clothes. By the time he curled up next to her, Jodi had returned and promptly dropped her top to the floor before sliding up next to them. "He's just getting started, but he's tasty." It was an odd sisterly exchange between them, as if he wasn't even there.
Chris was shocked at how quickly this had all happened. He'd had his share of one night stands and party girls, but he'd at least met them, known them, wooed them. These girls took him on like it was their purpose. He didn't want to interfere with the sexy treatment he was receiving, but he wanted to know why. Besides, he figured it would be a few minutes before he could participate in any more. "How long have you two girls been at the resort?" As soon as it left his mouth, he could sense how selfish he must have sounded. He was just serviced, and they were cuddled up against him. He remembered what his resort guide had told him only minutes before. They job is to pamper you, and your job is to worship them. "..and might I add that you two are both incredibly stunning... and talented."
"Why thank you," Kate leaned in and gave him a simple kiss. "We arrived and completed our orientation yesterday. You are our first match. Are we doing okay so far?" She leaned in again, this time giving him a substantially more sensuous kiss. Her bare body pressed against him, making her interest in him palpable. Kate let go of the kiss, and he had barely freed himself when Jodi darted in, taking her turn.
In some ways the two girls were in strong contrast to each other. Where Kate was tight and athletic, Jodi's body was silky, smooth, and busty. They each had a hand on his crotch, caressing and toying with him despite his spent state. He had the urge to spend this time exploring their bodies, but the way they'd cuddled up had pinned his arms around them. He like their captive, in the most relaxing and delightful way. While Jodi's kiss deepened, he felt Kate slide away. A moment later her lips softly fell onto his developing erection. The sensation was slow but intense, both of the ladies lapping their tongues against him in different ways.
Jodi pulled away from their kiss, surveying the situation. "Ready again so soon? That's impressive. That will get you *lots* of attention around here." She looked at him with a sultry intent, but just stayed propped up, her breasts on display. His free arm took the opportunity, reaching across and placing a hand to her beautiful breast. The feeling of Kate's lips and tongue was still sensuous and rhythmic. Jodi satisfyingly watched him admire her, "I'm glad you like them. I'd really like you to worship them, would you do that for me?" He nodded.
Before he could add a verbal confirmation, Jodi slid herself up and placed her breasts against his face. He kissed, and licked at them. "Ohh, I like that. Right here." Her hand tipped his mouth to her nipple before she leaned her weight into him. "Do you like my big tits in your face? Is that going to help Katie get what she wants down there?" He had no way to respond with his face full of flesh, and he didn't care. Kate's action down below became a bit forced and juvenile, but the two of them were getting the job done. Jodi was pouring on the sexy dirty talk and it was sending him over the edge. "Yes, show me how much you love my tits. You want the other one?" She shifted slightly, and she had hardly shoved her opposite nipple in his mouth when he moaned out, shooting into Kate's waiting mouth. "That's it, let it all go. That's what we want, to please and pamper you."
As Kate excused herself to the restroom, Jodi handed him a full drink of red resort punch. "There is no way you are getting out of our sight tonight. Dinner isn't for another few hours. Would you like a break now, or may we try to go again?" Chris was not sure what good karma had brought him here, but wow was he glad he found the goddess resort.
* Special Subject
"Dr. Foley, the evening test results came back in. One particular subject is showing Rasja levels that are off the charts for a first day occupant. You should take a look at this" The resort lab was small and simple. A few white lab tables were donned with medical devices. Dr. Foley and his medical assistant, Cheri, were both processing the nightly reports. Most of the panels were the repeated bevy of STD negative tests. While every patron was screened before arriving, they had learned that with there level of activity, they could never be too careful. Each patron and hotel staff member was screened each and every night to attempt to assure no dangerous virus threatened the health of the patrons, and ultimately, the health of the resort. However, the main reason for nightly blood draws was to monitor Rashja levels. As long as men were served enough red punch, these too were very predictable and seldom interesting. Usually it served as a simply check and balance. If a patron wasn't being served well, and not fed enough Rashja, they'd intervene and assure he didn't fall behind the pace of his schedule.
However, it also allowed them to control the Rashja levels in each of the three distinct areas. The system was originally devised for the comfort and health of the female patrons, as introducing high levels of Rashja too quickly caused large amounts of discomfort and sometimes pain. However, they found it also served an alternate purpose. Female patrons almost universally accepted and embraced their roles as goddess, and were usually euphoric at the growth process. So far the only female incident had involved a patron who let down her restraint and violated the resort's rules of peaceful conduct. Since then, their screening and female monitoring was increased, and had successfully prevented any repeat incidents.
The men, however, had proved to be a different matter entirely. Many had trouble accepting the reality of the process, especially when confronted abruptly and directly with dramatic results. By separating the three distinct areas, they were able to prevent men from learning of the sernas's effects until they were observed to be ready. This dramatically improved both the participation rate of the male patrons in the later stages, and the comfort, relaxation, and in-turn, pleasure levels of all patrons.
"Hmm, how very interesting. This certainly can't be accounted for by Rashja dosage levels. We'll have to watch this one." Dr. Foley was still focused on the technical data in the result.
Cheri took a look at the chart, quickly concerned. "He's more than double the concentration we normally allow in level one. There is danger that female sernasa may become too obvious, or worse that new female patrons may experience discomfort. We should intervene."
Dr. Foley waved his hand at the suggestion, "I'm aware of the risks. I'd still like to hear an evaluation before we send him to level two. He may be a good candidate for sponsorship. Make a note that we should review his female attendants for a match. With Rashja levels this high, anyone receiving him is likely also a candidate for early promotion. "
* First Morning in Paradise
Chris awoke to amazing morning sun, and the sound of a hotel phone ringing. He never did leave the room last night, Jodi and Kate had been eager and convinced them all to take dinner in. He couldn't remember how many times they brought him to climax, all in their mouths. It was the most pleasant torture he'd experienced. He finally became alert and reached for the phone. A sweet female voice greeted him, "good morning Chris, I trust you slept well?"
"Yes very well."
"Good, may we bring you something for breakfast?" It took him a minute to conjure a breakfast order from his head, having no menu handy. She was patient, and read the order back to him before finally promising him it would be up shortly.
Out his window he had a view of the pool and the beach, both of which looked peaceful and calm with only a couple patrons sparsely walking about. On the coffee table sat his interlink bracelet. Jodi had explained it to him the night before. In such an intimate yet open atmosphere, avoiding conflict was important to everyone's enjoyment. The resort had developed the bracelet system as a way to make allow temporary exclusivity. Each male patron is issued a pairing bracelet, indicating he is unpaired. If they wish to gain the exclusive attention of a specific female patron for the entire day, they are free to offer up the bracelet, and if she accepts, they are joined, and other patrons are instructed not to request their attentions. At the end of each day, the hotel staff returns the bracelet for the next day. She also explained other resort etiquette, including the customary courtesy to introduce your companions to any who approach, how to politely request pampering, and that there should be no pressure or heckling, any patron response was final. He had only just fitted the bracelet to his wrist when the doorbell rang.
It was his breakfast already, and upon opening the door he was delivered quite a shock. Instead of some white-shirted buss-boy, the cart was delivered by a stunning woman draped in a shear aqua cover-up. "Good morning Chris, I'm Brenda." She was tall, maybe taller than Chris, blue eyes and sandy brown hair, and busty. He held the door and admired the shape and motion of her her white-bikini as she gently pushed the breakfast cart into his room. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded as she set out his eggs Benedict, fruit, and resort punch. "Would you like to eat alone, or might I offer you some company?"
He didn't have to think twice about that, "A stunning beauty such as yourself? Please please." He gestured towards another seat, and they both sat. He felt a little awkward digging into breakfast alone, so he did his best to keep her talking. She had been at the resort for almost a week, so she knew much more about it than his previous evening companions. Brenda explained how every role at the resort was filled by patrons to encourage them to interact and meet one another. Later in the day she enjoyed administering on-beach massage, but that this early in the morning she served in breakfast delivery or private exercise classes.
Halfway through his meal, her coverup had relaxed and opened up a stunning view of cleavage and a very revealing bikini top. As she talked more about the resort, and carved away at his eggs, his eyes were magnetically drawn to the distraction. She made no attempt to discourage him. In fact, when their exchange hit a lull, she straightened up, dropped her coverup entirely, and stretched her shoulders in a way that seemed to proudly show off her large chest. When she settled back down, he felt her foot gently rub his below the table. He ate the last several bites in careful silence, trying not to let the suggestive way she was smiling at him cause him to choke. At the end of his meal, he decided the ball was in his court. "Brenda, excuse me if this is too forward, but would you be free for some pampering?"
Her face lit up into a bright scrunchy half-wink. "I was hoping you would ask. I would be delighted Chris. First, allow me to get you some more punch." She stood, carrying his empty morning resort punch glass with her. Watching her prance to the fridge and back without her coverup was like watching a bikini runway model. Her body was stunning and unusually curvy for being so tall. She offered up the refilled glass, and it took him a moment to snap out of his staring and take it from her. "Do you mind if I do a little morning stretching while you finish this?"
"Not. At. All." She smiled at the implied compliment, and took a tiny step back, no further away than absolutely necessary, as if to make the point that she intended for him to watch every moment. Standing in profile less than an arm's length away, she began alternating touching her toes and twisting her torso. She made eye contact anytime the motions allowed, and Chris was mesmerized watching her bust alternately swing and settle. After several repetitions, she sat on the floor facing him, and proceeded to spread her legs wide before rolling her hips forward into the splits. Then she proceeded to bounce gently, the motion more suggestive of a sexual act than any exercise. Meanwhile she continued smiling up at Chris, as if to make sure he was completely enjoying the show. The whole scene was certainly getting a rise out of him.
Chris had only just sipped the last of his punch, when she promptly stood and took the empty glass towards the kitchen to refill it. "You can never have too much liquid, it's easy to dehydrate out here in the heat." Moments later she handed him back the glass and stood expectantly. "Finish one last glass and it's time to start your pampering." Chris felt a bit like he was going to overflow, but with that offer he forced down the slightly sweet, slightly tangy punch before setting the glass on the table. She reached a hand out, and before he knew where this was leading she'd pulled him to his feet and dropped to her knees. A moment later his boxers were down, and she wasted no time in running her tongue along his already excited state. Her voice was playful as she addressed not Chris, but his crotch, "now it's time for Brenda's breakfast snack, are you ready to give it to me?" Her lips stroked slowly at first, but her pace increased quickly. It wasn't more than a few minutes later than Chris came into her mouth and she showed a satisfied grin. "Mmm. Just what I hoped for."
Brenda rose and embraced him, pressed her body fully into his. It turns out she was taller than him, by about an inch. Chris found the situation a bit awkward, his boxers still around his ankles. However, it was certainly a nice treat to his breakfast. He remembered the resort customs, and broke the silence with a bit of his own melodrama. "Thank you Brenda. That was divine. Everyone should be treated to a morning treat as beautiful and talented as you."
She smiled wide, staring right into his eyes, "ohh Chris, I have only just begun to pamper you. That was just the first course." She took his hand and looked to the floor, "step out of those." He complied and after refilling his punch, she led him off into the bedroom, directing him right back into the bed he had only recently crawled out of. She immediately straddled on top of him. She was stunning, looking down at him. His attention was equally split between her intense eye contact and her incredible breasts. "I'm glad your a boob man. I can always tell you know." Her finger slipped down between her cleavage, "you've been staring at them since I let my coverup slip open. It makes me hot when guys can't take their eyes off."
She lifted his hand and encouraged him to caress her breast. His attention was now fully focused on her chest as she pulled and slipped her bikini up over her head. "Mm... and they're all yours to enjoy. No biting now," she leaned in, and rubbed each breast down his face, before encouraging him to suckle on one of her now hard nipples. He felt her hand reach back down to his still spent cock, squeezing it briefly. Her voice softened to a raspy whisper, "see how hard my nipples are for you? I'm going to let you lick and suck on my great big tits until your ready again, and then I'm going to take you right back in my mouth and just... mmm. just pamper and milk it out of you. I think the other side needs some attention." She leaned back in, pushing a mountain of flesh into his lips. "Mmmmm, yes. Suck them. Pamper them. There we go." She could feel him start to harden, "you're little guy is getting excited. Maybe he likes my big titties too. Does he want to play with them?" She was stroking him now, and could feel him become noticeably stiffer at the mere suggestion, "ohh he definitely does."
He admired her as she stretched for the full punch glass from the bedside table. "You need your nourishment, so you'll need to finish this before I get my next morning snack. Excuse me while we entertain our guest down there." He really didn't need any more punch, but she was certainly offering incentive, so he took a sip. She smiled before sliding herself down his body, wrapping her breasts around his lap. Then she just settled in and sort of 'played'. Her fingers toyed with him, rubbing him into her soft flesh. She was staring intently up at him, and each time he took a sip, she'd tongue across his tip and stop, as if making an exchange.
At once point she licked her tongue across her lips while her fingers still massaged him against the skin of her breast. He took a couple small sips, and she responded by playfully flicking her tongue against him. The exchanges made the pressure to finish the punch palpable, and she smiled when he took an obviously oversize gulp to finally finish it off. In response, she immediately slid herself down, slowly drawing him into her mouth. Her tongue lapped against him while her breasts sloshed against his lap.
After a few minutes of mere teasing, she picked up her pace and began sucking and thrusting her mouth against him. Even having just climaxed a short while ago, he felt himself nearing the edge. She increased her pressure, and he could feel the texture of her tongue dragging against him. He tensed and grabbed at the sheets as she continued her thrusting, slightly faster, until a minute later when he involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure. She softened and slowed herself as she coaxed and tasted his final pumps. Looking up, her smile was filled with a surprising glow. She silently smiled as she rose, heading for the bathroom to wash up.
When she returned, she was back in her white bikini top. Chris hadn't remembered it looking to indecently small on her before. "I would love to stay all morning and pamper you, but it would be selfish of me to keep you from the pool scene on your first day." She leaned in and gave him a goodbye kiss that tore at his soul. "Mmm. I do hope I see you again, Christopher." He stared at her ass as he watched her strut out of the bedroom. A moment later he heard his resort room door close. The pool scene? This place was so far beyond his expectations. He was so excited to shower and primp up for the day. The other kind of excited.
* Sunbathing, level 1
At first glance the poolside scene could have been mistaken for a Las Vegas hotel. Most of the seating were double-wide loungers covered in crisp white towels. Unreasonably attractive women were lying about in revealing bathing suits, only occasionally accompanied by men, most not nearly as attractive. What was quickly and obviously different was how they all looked at him. As he walked among the patrons, most women not immediately engaged in something stared at him like he was a star walking across a stage.
A redhead in a shiny bright blue suit rubbed the empty space on her lounger suggestively as he passed. He strode by before registering her intention. Then it dawned on him, they were all offering for him to join them. He stopped and quickly revised his plan to head for the empty lounger, and found himself frozen in a paradox of choice. There was so many gorgeous women at this resort he had no idea which to approach. He scanned his options, and decided the redhead had caught his eye for a reason. A moment later he was at her lounger. "May I join you?" From her body language he could see the question was unnecessary, but he politely asked it anyhow.
"Yez.. pleaze be comfortable." She had a european accent, maybe Swedish, and was obviously not a native English speaker. "I am Zvenka, I hope you am enjoying stay."
"I'm Chris. I just arrived last night, and I'm finding the resort amazing, and may I say you look incredibly stunning. You caught my eye from far across the pool deck." She had a hint of non-registration, but from her beaming smile she had caught enough of his complement to be satisfied.
Another patron walked up carrying a tray of red icy drinks and extended one to him, "may I offer you two anything else?" She had a beam in her eye that he was starting to recognize as her sign that absolutely everything about her was on the menu.
"You like her? She vill join us," Zvenka offered up in slightly less broken English. Chris gently shook his head and Zvenka showed a momentary peak of excitement as the drink girl walked away. She leaned in and kissed him before sitting up and reached for something under the lounger. "You drink, I, " she searched for the words but gave up and shook the bottle of sun tan lotion. Chris nodded and took a sip as she squeezed some of the lotion out and began applying it liberally to his feet and legs. The way her smile beamed every time she turned and caught him staring made it hard to look away, but he did catch some glances of his surroundings. A woman across the pool was sunning herself topless; a couple tucked off to the side was doing quite a bit more than kissing. and the woman with the tray of drinks had scooted up with a different couple. The male patron looked very very cozy sandwiched in on his lounger. Chris peaked at them a few times, and caught views of the girls reaching into his swim trunks.
Zvenka had switched to his upper body, rubbing lotion into his hands, arms, and neck, before working on his chest. Chris was proud of his fitness level. He certainly looked more in shape than some of the other male patrons. Further, he was no stranger to beautiful girlfriends, so he puzzled a bit at the energy he felt watching her lotion him up. Was she really that much more attractive than women he had dated? He decided she was, but that couldn't be it. He could feel it as she rubbed lotion down his sides. His body already anticipating intimacy with any flirting. His expectation confirmed as she slipped her fingers underneath the waistline of his boardshorts in the guise of her lotion application. After the morning he had, even her beauty and proximity hadn't brought him to attention. Still, he liked the casualness of the way she fingered him in his shorts. "Zvenka make ready pamper you soon." She shook the bottle again, "you return favor?"
Chris set down his drink, gladly took the lotion from her, and squeezed some out into his hand. For her part, Zvenka straightened her posture, bringing herself close enough for him to reach her while lounging. She extended one leg over him, offering it up, and he began to apply the lotion. She was incredibly toned and fit. If simply sitting with her wasn't enough to break through his morning climax coma, rubbing his hands on her was starting to. As he approached her hip, she lifted her bikini string, allowing him to thoroughly reach underneath. She tightened her abs as he ran his hands, newly refreshed with lotion, across her tummy and up her sides.
He switched to her neck and shoulders and she shifted closer, "Zvenka make better," without any hesitation, she promptly untied her bikini string and slipped it to the bench, revealing her gorgeous breasts and holding them out towards him. Chris took the invitation, massaging her chest thoroughly. They were firm and perfect. Not large by any means, but shapely and nice. He continued onto her arms, and since she left her bikini open he took the opportunity to further admire her shape. She had certainly noticed. She took the lotion bottle and returned it to a place below the lounger, making clear that whether he had finished or not, he was done. She silently stared into his eyes and slipped her hand back into his board shorts. He was back to half mast, but there was still some work cut out for her. She pursed her lips at the challenge, and continued stroking him while offering him a view of her body. She was patient and slow, occasionally leaning in to kiss and suck at his lip. He slipped into a bit of a trace staring into her eyes, and placed a hand up against her face. She kissed it, "time for pamper now, yes?" Chris nodded without thinking.
Zvenka slid down the lounger and spread his legs before peeling the top of his shorts free. He felt quite exposed, lying out there on the public pool deck with his erection in plain view. He looked around, confirming he wasn't attracting too much attention. A female patron alone on the lounger to his right eyed him hungrily, before looking away. She had dark black hair, and was even bustier than Zvenka. He had the feeling that merely a brief gesture would bring her over. Zvenka slipped her lips down over him, and gently began to twirl him about in his mouth. The sensation was both relaxing and intoxicating, her motions containing no urgency. He still didn't feel ready for the task, but he was enjoying the moment too much to even bother with the thought.
He lie his head back and didn't know how long he had closed his eyes when he noticed the women on the neighboring lounger was standing over him. She seemed both taller than he expected. A fresh drink was held out towards him while Zvenka continued her pampering unfased. "She seems to have everything she needs. May I offer you something more?" He made no gesture to dissuade her as she leaned over and planted her soft plush lips against him. He responded to the kiss, trying to hold her near him as she pulled away. Zvenka was only now beginning to add some thrusting to her deliberate teasing as she drew him in and out slowly. The raven goddess pulled her top up over her head, and leaned in again. Her bare breasts crushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply, holding his head in hand.
Zvenka again picked up the pace, and the combination of attentions brought him to an ejaculation that sputtered out in a moment of surprise. As Zvenka released him, the raven goddess peeled herself away and unexpectedly rushed to lick his cock and crotch. Cleaning him up like a cat preening her kitten. The surprise shot had left him still unusually hard, so what started as a cleanup job, turned into a continuation. A moment later she was gently thrusting her lips on him, and while at first he thought there was no way he would come again, just a couple minutes later he was feeling an unusual pressure, and the need to climax was building in him.
Four minutes later it was almost a throbbing pain. He didn't want to come, he needed to, yet it felt so far away. The muscles in his butt tensed up first, then it spread. Zvenka was simply sitting and enjoying the show as he contorted on the lounger, grabbing at her and the raven haired goddess equally. He could hear a chant in his mind, ohh come, please come. He wanted it badly now. He was momentarily reminded he was sitting out in public at the pool, which was just enough notice for him to force himself quiet. He bit at his lip and ached at the growing discomfort. He still felt her thrusting her lips on him. His muscles had relaxed slightly, but the ache was still there. The look on Zvenka's face showed compassion, "Poor Chris. Zvenka make easier." She turned and issued some subtle gestures.
A moment later two more equally stunning women walked up on either side of him. He almost couldn't believe this wasn't delirium. He desperately wanted to come. The women exchanged some glances of mutual understanding, then the blond girl and Zvenka began suggestively touching themselves for his benefit. The other girl leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I was jealous over there watching her licking and sucking at your cock. It made me so wet." He glanced at the girl next to Zvenka. Equally beautiful, blond, also trim, she was repeatedly and suggestively stretching her bikini bottoms. "I want to push her out of the way and ride and ride you until I climax over and over. But...Since you seem all tied up, I'll just have to," she paused and gasped, and he noticed she already had one hand down her bottom rubbing herself, "I'll just have to relieve myself." She started breathing heavy and whimpered into his ear as she rubbed at her own clit. He felt his physiology instinctively pacing her progress.
The girl in his ear telegraphed every sensation of her climax to him, his body was incapable of holding out any longer. He flew over the edge in a torrent of over-stimulation, crying out out and spasming violently as the raven goddess held herself firmly on his cock. As quickly as they had arrived, the two girls walked away with cheery smile and a wave back to him. The raven goddess took her time in again preening every inch of his cock with her tongue before gently replacing his trunks.
"I'm Vanessa, and we need to get you some nourishment after that display. Would you two care to join me for some lunch?" Chris was floored at the casualness of her transition, and her comfort in her still topless state. At the same time, his stomach ached and let out a grumble that Zvenka chuckled at. They both pulled him from his seat, and he came nose to nose with Vanessa before she squeezed and kissed him softly on the cheek. The feeling of her bare breasts pressing into his chest would have brought a rise out of him in just about any other state, yet he didn't even stir. His mind, however, paid them his full attention. While he walked with them, Vanessa replaced her top mid-stride as if she were simply slipping on a jacket or a hat.
After finding a suitable seat at the lunch cafe, the girls both excused themselves to freshen up. His mind was spinning, and he could hardly believe his day so far. He found himself hoping for an hour or two without any female sexual attention and then scolded himself for even thinking it.