METAMPRPHOSIS 6

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tiger4macs
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METAMPRPHOSIS 6

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OK Mikmac, you asked for it!

METAMORPHOSIS 6

I looked at Sylvia. She looked a mess. I felt a mess. To witness scenes that turned me on so wildly but not to have any fulfilment or conclusion was a “cruel and unusual punishment”, and I didn’t know what to do or where to look. We weren’t sure if that was it, or whether we should stick around. And if we did, would it be more of the same? Just how much titillation can one stand before it becomes all a bit too much? I’d always been a bit of a voyeur and watched a lot of porn. This was a million times better than that, but where to from here? Neither of us could think of anything to say, but Sylvie squeezed my hand and seemed almost a little tearful, quite possibly from frustration, like me. She had certainly enjoyed Alison’s scene, and it seemed to fit what she seemed to want these days: to do wicked and outrageous things and to be watched and admired, but at the same time she didn’t want to seem like a vulgar slut, initiating such scenes. Rather she preferred to be forced to do them, as if it made her seem less responsible for them; the “not my fault” syndrome.

Eric appeared through the curtains having “adjusted his clothing”, grinning a bit sheepishly.

“Sorry for the delay. I was dealing to the bastard who hit the curtain switch! However our entertainment is by no means over yet …” (several people continued to leave) “… because Rachel is about to blow your minds, and maybe other things if we’re lucky.”

As we were staying the night again we could hardly leave, even though feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all, so we stayed put. My erection had reluctantly subsided and Sylvie was looking a bit more composed. Rachel turned out to be the model in the glass-clear mac. Things were looking up. She came in wearing the same mac but minus anything under it, except for the knee boots. She certainly was gorgeous, her lean, athletic body adorned by surprisingly prominent breasts; I almost wondered if they were natural, but I didn’t care. She sauntered in casually and sat on the bed, her self-assurance the very antithesis of Alison’s bashful reluctance.

“For those who don’t know me already, I’ve been modelling for about ten years now. I always enjoyed showing off, and modelling seemed the obvious profession. But as time progressed I became more exhibitionistic and normal modelling was a good meal ticket but no longer a thrill or a turn-on.

“So I took more gigs in the glamour and kinky field and found I got a real buzz out of it. My favourite material is definitely plastic and I love to have sex in PVC clothes because of the smooth feel and the sense of eroticism that goes with wearing it with nothing on underneath. So you could say that glass-clear PVC is the ultimate and for me it is – or it would be if it were as slippery as it looks but the truth is, as you already know I’m sure, that it sticks to the skin rather than sliding over it, especially if your skin is moist which of course it invariably is. So… I need some lubrication for maximum enjoyment. Wearing a truly slippery PVC mackintosh drives me wild. There are various lubricants I could use but I don’t need to ask any of you gentlemen what you would suggest…. do I? No. I can see I don’t.”

And she stared pointedly at the men present, finishing with me. ME! MEE-EE?? Oh God! I felt as if I were naked already as she advanced on me.

“How about you – Tom, isn’t it? – would you be kind enough to anoint my breasts with a liberal dressing of spunk? I really need that, and few things turn me on more than a guy spurting is hot cum all over them; in fact that alone is often enough to give me an orgasm. Do you think you could help me with that please? Sylvia, do you mind if I borrow your man for a minute?”

I was speechless, thunderstruck. How did she know our names? My erection had returned, in spades. I looked at Sylvie and she looked directly at me, encouragement in her eyes.

“Go on if you want to darling. Do you want to? Please say yes. Honestly I’d really love to see you do it…. as long as you save some for me, later!”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, and looked at her questioningly. For answer she reached for my fly and said to Rachel “Of course you can borrow him, BUT IT’S ONLY A LOAN!” Someone chuckled.

Rachel was suddenly on her knees, assisting Sylvia in releasing my manhood from its denim prison. I nearly died of embarrassment but there was nothing I could do and to be truthful I couldn’t wait much longer to comply with Rachel’s wishes. Between them (God, had they rehearsed it??) in no time they made me stand, stripped me off and Rachel had me in her mouth, deliciously massaging me with her tongue. Quickly she stood, and towed me over to the bed where she sat and pulled her mackintosh open, then closed it over my cock and started to rub it through the PVC.

“PVC is much more erotic if it’s slippery, don’t you think Tom? Come on now, I need your hot, slippery cum on my titties. You’d love to cum on my titties, wouldn’t you? Shoot your hot load for me please, please… make them slippery with your milky load! Don’t you want to see me with your spunk all over my breasts? I wanna feel it, hot and spurting on my nipple… come on, give it to me… you know Sylvia wants to see you cum on me and I love it so much…”

I heard a stifled sound from Sylvia, like a cough, and glanced round to see that she had a hand in her crotch and was at the point of orgasm. That did it. I blasted a huge spurt onto Rachel’s nipple, followed by two or three more and the milky slime spread out under the glass-clear plastic for all to see. And they did. I suddenly realised they had crowded round us for a close-up. Rachel cried out in delight and skilfully finished me off, squeezing out the last drops and releasing me, allowing me to withdraw.

“OOOHHHh that feels so lovely oh GOD that’s delicious” and she made sure it spread all over her left breast, rubbing the plastic over it. Suddenly she climaxed, and her face was a picture of ecstasy. I was sure she wasn’t faking it. I was almost ready to cum again at the sight of her as well as Sylvia doing their thing almost simultaneously.

Recovering quickly, Rachel said “That was fantastic, thank you Tom you were wonderful. But as you can see I need some for the other titty. Who can oblige me with some more hot cum for the other one? I really need more, ‘cos a girl can never have too much spunk, can she?”

She turned to another guy, who had manoeuvred himself into a handy position and was ready and waiting, weapon in hand. Suddenly I became aware that this had all been pre-arranged. I was a bit stunned but realisation dawned that I was just a bunny in this game, and Rachel was an old hand.

“Oh, Jake! Mister Cumsville 2018, bring it on!” and she wanked him and sucked him and pulled him towards her and in less time than it takes to tell she had him gushing all over her eager right breast, caressing and milking him with the skill of long practice, crying out again in her exquisite pleasure. By now she was the total vamp, unabashed to an almost shocking degree, and happily allowed herself to be led to the bed by the guy she arrived with – Peter I believe. Peter was stripped and ready for action.

“You know what I want Petie-darling, don’t you?”

“I know what you NEED you wicked bitch. You NEED a darn good shagging! Get on that bed!”

“Oh Yes, please, that’s exactly what I need! Come on then, give me all you’ve got, big boy!”

She jumped on the bed on all fours and he mounted her like a dog, gathering up the skirt of the shortie glass-clear mac and made as if to enter her brutally, but stopped short, teasing her.

“Come on, give it to me!”

“Do you really want it?”

“Yes, oh yes, PLEASE!!”

“What, just like this, like a dog, in your kinky mac?”

“Yes, YES, in my kinky mac. Fuck me in my kinky mac, PLEASE! Come on Peter don’t muck around, GIVE IT TO ME YOU MEAN BASTARD, I need it, I NEEED your hot cum inside me, oh PLEEEASE, PLEEASE FUCK ME!”

He really made her beg for it and the watching audience lapped it up. Finally he took her, thrusting hard, gripping her hips with his forearms and shaking her violently so that her breasts slid back and forth in the plastic mackintosh, lubricated liberally with oceans of my and Jake’s combined fluids.

“OH YES,THAT’S IT! HARDER, HARDER FUCK ME HARDER HONEY OH GOD YES YES YEEESSSSS!”

They were well in rhythm now, he grunting with the effort and she screaming in ecstasy, when yet another character appeared in front of her, waving his pork sword in an apparent invitation. She raised her head and opened her mouth to accept him.

Peter said “Stand quite still Al, and I’ll use her to wank you off!”

Al stood still, Rachel eagerly took him in her mouth momentarily before releasing him to say “Ooo lovely, more cum!” and Peter resumed shaking her ferociously, so that she slid on and off Al’s cock without his having to move at all crying “ng-GAA ng-GAA ng-GAA” as she was propelled to and fro, rising to one continuous, frantic, orgasmic, interrupted scream as the three of them built to a shattering climax, Peter hollering out as he made sure she felt every searing spurt while he arched his back and jerked with each spasm and Al held her head in his hands as he delivered all he could into her now stifled screams, his copious sperm flowing out of her mouth and dripping off her chin.

I became aware, only as their noise died down and Margie once again closed the curtains, that there was quite a bit of hubbub in the audience too. Clearly several people had orgasmed in one way or another; heads or hands were buried in laps, foreheads were beaded with sweat, faces were flushed, breasts were heaving. Slightly rueful smiles were exchanged among old friends and someone muttered “JEEZUS GEORGE that was something else!” Certainly I had never seen or imagined anything like it. Sylvia was squirming strangely on her seat, looking distraught. I think we both felt we had never witnessed such a frenzy before and were both deeply affected by it, seriously shaken. Emotionally I was so struck by Rachel’s frantic joy; physically I couldn’t forget the image of her delicious, cum-slushed breasts oscillating within her transparent mackintosh, together making it the single most erotic scene I could ever have imagined, hoping desperately that Sylvia felt the same way.

Several more people left at this point, thanking Margie and Eric for their hospitality and reaffirming that the scene with Rachel was “the best ever” etc. That left Alison, Rob, Rachel, Peter and ourselves to help clean up and tidy the place.

Rachel was very forthcoming about her participation, also saying it was mind-blowingly wonderful for her and how she loved kinky sex and showing off to the group. Sylvia was on fire, and asked her several questions about her feelings and how she dared to do it in the first place. Alison seemed very envious of Rachel, and listened intently to the conversation. It was evident that she also had had a wonderful time, and she glowed with sexual fulfilment. There was no doubt that her protestations were merely part of the ritual and as a submissive character she was a more-than-willing volunteer. For myself I was just in a total daze, very glad when the work was done, the others departed and we toddled off to bed.

Rather than being submissive herself this time, Sylvie took the lead immediately. She dressed up in her own glass-clear mackintosh, black patent thigh boots and gloves (one of my absolute favourite outfits) and went to work on me without so much as do you mind. She made it very clear what she wanted, and had me anoint her delicious firm boobs with liquid soap from the bathroom, acknowledging that she couldn’t expect me to perform the work of 3 men. She loved it when I squirted the soap on her from the dispenser (though wished it was hot) and the creamy white liquid looked just like the real thing. I was beside myself but couldn’t resist playing with her breasts and sliding the plastic over them, ultimately masturbating her until she cried out and had a lovely orgasm as I watched her, begging me to stop when I’d made her cum at least twice more.

I could wait no longer and took her doggy-style, shaking her as Pete had shaken Rachel (something we had always loved to do anyway), making her watch in the big wall mirror as we rocketed to a huge climax together. The peace that followed was all the sweeter for the memories of what we had witnessed the previous evening, and we talked about the scenes quietly. Sylvia was enormously turned on by both encounters. Alison had been so lovely, and had explained afterwards to her that whilst she loved doing it she had felt very reticent about showing off in that way and seeming like a blatant slut, which she certainly is not. Somehow that guilt is lifted from her if she pretends to be unwilling even though it makes the scene all the more kinky and titillating to watch. This of course was exactly congruent with what Sylvia herself had expressed to me after our first session with Margaret and Eric, and she and Alison found a kindred spirit in each other. Ali is indeed a darling, with a very gentle and loving nature.

And then there was Rachel! Open, cheery, pragmatic, unashamed, kinky Rachel! In her blatancy she was not unlike poor mad Hayley but in an altogether different head space. Whilst Hayley pathologically craved attention at all costs and would commit any kind of outrageous behaviour, in public, that would attract it, Rachel was crystal-clear that her addiction was SEX, sex and more sex. The more she made men cum – and the more men she made cum - the happier she was and the more and better orgasms she got . This of course also overlapped broadly with Sylvia’s secret desires and she was left with an awful lot to think about. Once more she had gone through a devastating emotional storm, trying to reconcile all her – in her word – lurid fantasies with our own deeply loving relationship. I played my usual soothing role and reassured her that I was grossly turned on by the same scenes, and that if she wanted to try a 3-way (to be “shared” as she put it) I was happy provided it was with someone we liked and could absolutely trust to be discreet.

It also transpired that Sylvia and Margie had had several meetings in the weeks leading up to this stunning soiree and had done a lot of conniving and planning to make it a success, all without my knowledge. [That explained why Rachel had known who I was and had approached me so boldly.] Evidently they had formed a very loving and trusting friendship. Margie’s wonderful, warm personality and totally grounded confidence in herself had been a tower of strength and Sylvie felt she could put her total, absolute trust in her. That was something truly beautiful. Eventually we drifted into a deep slumber that was broken only by the house phone and Margie enquiring how many eggs we would like for breakfast. I think it was 8:45am. Welcome to the real world.
HeatherlovesPVC
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Re: METAMPRPHOSIS 6

Post by HeatherlovesPVC »

Very, very good.
Normally I'm more into black or pink but the mental image of Rachels breasts sliding back and forth in the glass clear plastic mackintosh, lubricated liberally with oceans of cum, is something that will stay with me for a long time.

Heather
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