I woke up to find Circes putting on my tunic. Well, it was more appropriate for him now. So I found the dress and tried to figure out how to put it on. Circes helped me fasten it at the shoulders, and after I tied the belt around, he showed how to pull up just enough so that it had the right fullness in the top. I did feel very sexy in this dress. The cool breeze blew in the sides and was a constant reminder that they were open. It also blew across my breasts, so I was always aware of them. I felt the cloth vibrate against my nipples as I walked, and I could tell every time my leg was exposed through the open right side of the dress. My hair was down below my ass now, and Circes helped me comb it. He looked very virile in the tunic, and I was happy he was escorting me.
We went into the town, and of course no one recognized us. I decided to have some fun flirting with the men in town. Since Circes wanted to pick up some women, we split up as a couple, but Circes promised to be near by in case I needed help and called. He suggested I go a local bar and cafe that had an outdoor patio where the guys liked to pick up girls; he brought me to within a block of the place and then disappeared while I was looking the other way.
The cafe looked like just what I wanted, so I pulled up my dress a little through the rope belt so that the top would be looser and afford a better view. I had gorgeous breasts now and didn't want them to be missed! I enjoyed the feeling of them vibrating under the thin cloth, and I savored the stares as I sauntered in and made sure that the flowing dress revealed plenty of my naked leg. Soon the local studs were gathering around offering to buy me drinks, which I accepted. The waitress, Hermione, asked if they were bothering me, and I said it was OK. But when she brought my first drink, I whispered to her that she should leave the alcohol out of the rest. She understood and left with a wink.
After a couple of drinks I pretended to be a bit tipsy, and the men got bolder, stealing a pinch or a grab. I made feeble protests while enticing them further. The dress was open on its right side, and I allowed it to slip off of my thigh, exposing it almost to my pussy, which felt very exposed and vulnerable: there was only a layer of thin cloth between it and their leering eyes. From time to time I could feel the exquisite coolness of the breeze on its growing wetness. Looking down, a saw of few of my dark brown pubic hairs peaking out. They were watching too, and they all had interesting bulges in their tight jeans. I wanted to simply pull the dress aside, exposing my pussy for them all, but that would have been too much of a giveaway. So I complained about the dull music.
One of the guys, Mario, suggested we all go to his place; he said he had records and a stereo. Of course I knew what they wanted, but I wanted it too! So Mario and seven of his friends took me to his seedy, second floor apartment. Of course there were more drinks, which I drank as little of as possible. "Damn, it's hot in here!" I complained, and tied up the bottom of my dress, leaving my legs bare to mid thighs. Then I sprawled on a chair, spreading my legs and fanning myself by shaking the loose material over my breasts. The guys were looking at each other, wondering whether it was time yet...
I was ready! "How about some of that music?" I asked, and when they were momentarily distracted, I unfastened my dress at the left shoulder -- not completely, but the pin would come out easily. Soon we were dancing. I didn't know how to dance, but I was foreign and a bit odd, and apparently quite drunk, so that didn't worry them. I danced wildly to the rock music, making sure my dress flew, exposing a bit of ass. Soon I felt the welcome coolness that told me the pin had come out, that the dress was fastened only on my right shoulder, and that my left breast was exposed. I pretended not to notice or care, but thrilled in the feel of it bouncing against my chest and reveled in the hungry eyes glued to it.
I stopped, hot and sweaty, but laughing and acting all the more drunk. I looked down at my naked breast and said, "When did that happen? Have you bastards been letting me dance like this?"
Rudolpho said, "You are very beautiful, we couldn't help ourselves."
"You mean you like these things?" I slurred, and held it up in my hand. I laughed sarcastically. My dress was now also slipping off my left shoulder, and was supported only by the fullness of my breast. I took a step back, and it slipped down all the way to my elbow, leaving me topless. I looked down at my sweaty breasts, the size of grapefruit, their hard nipples sticking out.
"I can't believe I standing here like this," I laughed, "in front of all you guys. It really makes me hot!" And I reached my right hand down to my crotch and began to finger myself. I could see that they were barely keeping themselves in control.
"Well if you guys want to play with these things, your going to have to show me what you can do with those things," I said, motioning toward their cocks.
I guess you can figure that things got exciting after that. In fact, I can't remember anymore exactly what happened, but soon we were all naked. Mario had me first, I suppose because it was his place. He was tall and muscular, and had a nice cock, eight inches I would say, but not very wide. It stuck out horizontally as he came toward me. I wanted a penis in me so badly that I just fell back on the couch and spread my legs. As he climbed onto me I guided his penis into my dripping vagina and ascended to ecstasy as its thick head massaged my inner walls. Before too long he came and shot a tremendous load into me. I would have taken more of him, but he got limp quite quickly, and we couldn't get it in again.
But there were plenty of others and soon they were all over me! I remember that the last one in the first round was Rudolpho. By the time he had me I was drenched in semen; it leaked out of my vagina with every movement, but that seemed to just excite him more. He was short, dark complexioned and a bit pudgy. His dick was the tiniest of them all, three inches erect, but hard as a nail. He couldn't get into me very far, but his rapid-fire jabbing at my clitoris drove me to new heights of orgasm.
They had all ejaculated, but I wanted much more, so I went around to them, fondling their penises. I licked off the semen, sucked on them gently, and was often rewarded by the feeling of them hardening in my mouth. Whenever one got hard enough, I took it in me; sometimes they were on top; sometimes I sat on it; sometimes they screwed my breasts. I even had three at once. With my legs hanging over the side of the bed, one screwed my pussy, another screwed my breasts, and I sucked the third straddled over my face.
And so the night went. By the time the first pink was appearing outside Mario's window, I was covered with their semen. It ran down my inner thighs; it was all over my breasts and my chin; it was smeared over my belly. My heart pounded from the feel of it on me and in me, and from its smell filling the air, but I could no longer find a hard penis. And I was still hot! I had my finger up in my gooey vagina, and continued to rub my clit. I made the guys eat me, and I ground my clit against their limp penises, or their noses, or anything else I could find! But eventually they all fell asleep, and I was still not satisfied.
In my horny frustration, I stepped out onto the balcony. I heard a sound, and out of the shadows stepped Circes! I saw a shape poking beneath his tunic; soon it pointed straight out; then it was standing up. The hem of his short tunic fell behind it as it stretched upward, ten inches long now, and fat as my wrist. It was swollen and felt like red-hot steel: hard and hot.
"Yes, yes!" I cried, and embraced Circes; I felt it thick between us. He grabbed my breasts, squeezed and massaged them roughly. Soon we were on the floor and I felt the thick head of his penis probing for my opening. I spread my legs far apart, and I felt its thick bulk squeezing into my vagina. As his full length came into me, I felt my vaginal muscles contracting around its thickness and he began to thrust more rapidly. A longer and greater orgasm than any other that night swept over me, and I shuddered and groaned without control. Soon there was an enormous swelling in my womb, and Circes cried out. I felt inside me the pressure of his spurting semen, and soon it was squirting out between our groins. Our orgasms subsided together, and soon we fell asleep on the balcony, in each other's arms, with me feeling him soft but swollen inside me.
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