A Week of June: Friday

Inside, the noise was deafening. The center of the club was a large dance floor, and there were several platforms of different heights to break up the visual field. Around the edges were booths and stand-alone tables. There was a long bar along the left side. The space went up some fifty feet, and there were several levels of balconies. The place was jam-packed, and I was worried that we would have to stand. However, my free-spending came in handy as the bouncer directed us to a young man with a headset, who led us to a secluded table in the corner of the first balcony. I likewise tipped him, and he smiled, assuring me in a shout that the table would be available for our use all night.

June and Esme were already sitting, their heads almost touching as they talked. I sat down next to them, and didn't bother to try to catch the drift of their conversation. Instead, I watched people. On the dance floor, a writhing mass of bodies proclaimed their physicality and their sensuality in expressive movement. I espied a blond guy standing behind a black woman, his hands running over the swell of her hips, as she pushed her backside into him, giving him a smile over her shoulder.

Upstairs, the scene was a little more quiet, as the speakers blared their volume down into the pit. All around us, young people were attempting to hook up; here, a brunette in her 20's looked provocatively over her tall drink at a guy in a muscle-shirt; there, a knot of men and women seemed to flow into couples. Two booths down from us, a man and woman were clenched together in a soul-stealing kiss. I watched his hand sneak into her blouse uncontested. On the other side, two men with clean-shaven heads were laughing with a girl sitting between them. I couldn't see where her hands were, but they weren't on the table.

June gave Esme a kiss on the cheek, and then stood up, motioning that she would be back in a second. I watched her sashay towards the far side of the balcony. I turned my attention to Esme, scooting closer to her on the bench. We talked desultorily for a few minutes, until a waitress came to our table.

"Hi!" she shouted. "I'm Julianne. What can I get you to drink?"

She had dyed red hair cut in a pageboy, and she was wearing a black spaghetti-strapped shirt over a black bra, and a black spandex miniskirt. She was very cute, but not what you would call beautiful, similar in looks to Bjork, with that elfin style face. I ordered a gin-and-tonic, while Esme ordered a rum-and-coke.

"I'll take a Sex-on-the-Beach, please," said June, who had just come back. Esme smiled. I almost hid my face in my hands. Julianne did a double-take. For June was well and truly naked. She had taken off the blouse and skirt, and seemed now to be dressed in a bra and black short shorts, with thong underwear underneath that hooked above her hip bones above the sides of the shorts. Except that there really wasn't anything there. There was no doubt that people a few feet away would probably be taken in by the illusion. But Julianne, right next to my nude daughter couldn't help but see through the disguise.

"Oh. Wow. That is too wild," she said. She reached out to feel the bra-strap that wasn't there, and her fingers passed over the skin without meeting the expected obstacle. June smiled at her, reached up and took hold of Julianne's hand. With insistence, she glided the girl's fingertips across her breast, down her belly, and into the depths of her black-painted groin. Julianne's eyes widened with each inch, following the progression of her hand across the skin. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and gasped when she found the wetness between June's legs.

"That is so beautiful," she exclaimed, removing her hands from June's pussy, the moisture on the fingers glistening in the colored lights. "I wish I could be as brave as you are!"

"There's nothing stopping you," June replied. She sat down next to me, and Esme, in her turn, excused herself. Julianne left to get our drinks. I looked deep into June's eyes. They returned the familiar glint of wild mischief I had come to love so well this week. I leaned into her and kissed her deeply. Her tongue against mine was ambrosial. The swell of her naked breast pushed into my chest, and I felt the erect nipple burning through my thin shirt.

She broke the kiss, and drew my attention to the far side of the balcony. There, Esme emerged from the rest room. Like June she had removed her blouse and skirt, and proceeded to walk through the club, naked as the day she was born. From here, her modesty seemed challenged yet intact by her apparent clothing. But I could see heads swiveling as she passed them, something about the way her body moved alerting them to the fact that all was not as it appeared here.

She reached our booth, breathing hard, her eyes slightly glazed from arousal. Her tits, in the red paint, wobbled very slightly with each step. She stopped, looking at us directly, and then bent forward to relace one of her boots. Her breasts were small enough that they did not dangle in such a way that would make it obvious that they were naked. But I could tell that an observer behind her would have to see her red red pussy-lips.

She sat down in the booth on the other side of me, laughing at her escapades, scooting all the way around to lean into me. And so I sat, in a crowded club, with a naked woman on either side of me. I put my arms around their shoulders and pulled them in tight. Esme looked up at me, her eyes shining. I kissed her, deeply, sampling her mouth, our tongues intermingling.

Julianne came back with our drinks, and nearly dropped the tray when she saw Esme. She shook her head, laughing.

"You guys are awesome," she shouted, handing us each our drink.

"Would you like to sit with us?" June asked.

"Maybe in a bit, when things calm down. I'll come back around in a while," and she left, shaking her head.

The situation had me rock hard, and I was uncomfortable in my tight leather pants. I began to shift, hoping to free some room to allow my cock to move from down my left leg to up against my belly. Esme noticed my difficulty, and giggled. She put her mouth up to my ear and breathed heavily, the warm air travelling directly to the pleasure center of my brain. If anything, this made me harder, but now she reached down between my legs and skillfully unbuttoned the front of my pants. With her slender fingers she fished me out, so that I was free of the confines of the pants.

"Nice..." she murmured into my ear, her fingers lazily stroking my length, teasing me with her skill. She was turned into me, her right hand reaching across her body, her breasts pressed into my side. Without warning, her tongue snaked out and slithered around my ear.

Then I felt a second hand join Esme's on my cock. I looked at June. She was smiling privately, looking out over the crowd, as her right hand added to my excitement. Esme shifted her hand down to my balls, rolling them in her palm. I pushed forward on the seat a little to give her more room. June's hand continued to stroke up and down my prick, lingering around the head in order to gather lubrication from the pre-cum leaking from the hole. Esme now dipped her fingers under my balls, feeling the root of my erection. One long finger approached my anus, tickling the sensitive skin there.

A shadow fell over the table, and I looked up to see a handsome young guy attempting to strike up a conversation with my daughter. The table hid my cock from his view, but he must have had some idea of what Esme was up to, although it was possible that June's role was not as obvious, given her apparent air of detachment. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I kept my attention on my other partner. I let the hand across her shoulder caress her back, reaching down to feel the exposed skin of her ass. Her skin was velvet, her ass soft and inviting.

Now June let go of my member, and stood up. She and her acquaintance began to dance by the table. He had an arm around her, pulling her against him. I watched as his hand dropped to her butt, and smiled to myself as his face registered astonishment when he touched her bare skin. June laughed and spun in his arms, her back to him now, rubbing her butt all over his crotch. She pushed back into him, leaning forward, and his hands started to explore her tits. All of a sudden, he pulled away, a look of embarrassment crossing his face. June laughed outright and shook a finger at him, as he backed away, a wet stain spoiling the front of his pants.

Esme had me boiling in excitement from her attacks on my erogenous zones. Then, her mouth against my ear, she tucked me back into my pants.

"Let's you and me dance now."

She got up and took me by the hand, leading me to the stairs down to the dance floor. I couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. In the midst of that crowd, there would be no hiding her nudity. But she didn't seem to mind. We found ourselves in the midst of the crush of humanity. She put her arms around my neck and clung tightly to me as we danced. My hands cupped her tight buttocks, the undulations caused by our movements forcing my palms in a circular caress over each bun.

People all around us noticed her state of undress, and reactions were mixed. Some gasped in revulsion, but more seemed turned on by it. Esme leaped up on me and wrapped her legs around my middle, her bare pussy rubbing against my leather-clad erection. I helped her to grind herself against me, my hands supporting her ass. She flung her head back, her brown hair coming loose from its pins. I pushed one finger in, deep into the cleft of her ass, until I found her anus, flexing inward, pushing against the straining hole. With a shriek, she came in my arms, head swinging wildly from side to side.

Suddenly June was there, and she and I helped Esme climb back up the stairs, her shaky legs barely able to support her. When we got to our table, Esme slumped against the back of the booth, overcome by the power of her public orgasm. I looked at June, and she smiled back.

Julianne returned several times over the next hour, refilling our drinks. I had a nice buzz going, a combination of the alcohol and the eroticism in the air. Esme and June each had a leg over one of mine, their pussies, red and black respectively, wide open. I had a finger deep in each one, idly stirring in the dripping honeypots. There was a lull in the music, and the activity in the club slowed down. Julianne came back to our table, her copper hair damp from the heat in the club, her shirt clinging to her back from sweat. She flopped down opposite us.

"Whew! I've got a break for a few minutes."

I continued to finger my companions. Esme seemed lost to the world, her eyes closed. The only sign that she was awake was her ragged breathing. June was more composed, and she started to talk with Julianne even while I was touching her.

"I've been watching you all night," Julianne was saying. "In fact, I can't take my eyes off of you guys. You are beyond sexy. I just can't believe you're walking around naked in a club!"

"Why not? It's all just a matter of degree."

"But you have no escape," Julianne returned. "No way out if things get too scary."

"That's part of the fun," said June. "Here, let me show you."

And she stood up and walked around the table to sit next to Julianne. She leaned in close to the pretty redhead and kissed her softly on the lips. Julianne made no effort to get away, but also did not kiss back. June did not seem disappointed, but instead began to examine the waitress' shirt.

"Let's see. If we make these straps a bit longer..." and she adjusted the spaghetti straps so that the front of the shirt hung lower. With the adjustment, the cleavage between the girl's breasts was more obvious, and the inner slopes of her tits were revealed. The edge of her bra was now also visible.

"Hmmm... That's better. But we still need to change it a little bit."

Julianne seemed a little flustered, her cheeks becoming flushed. June reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of nail scissors.

"These will have to do for the moment. It won't be the neatest job..." And she grabbed the hem of the shirt and cut into it. In a few seconds, she had snipped off the lower five inches of the shirt so that Julianne's belly was now exposed. In fact, the shirt barely hung below the bottom of her perky breasts. The girl's breath was faster now, and if she was upset about the fact that her shirt was ruined, she didn't show it.

"Now stand up for me," June ordered. Julianne complied, squeezing past June in the process.

"What do you have on under here?" asked June, indicating the spandex skirt.

"J-just a g-string," stammered the waitress.

"Excellent. The great thing about these spandex skirts is that they're very easy to turn into micro-minis!"

With that, she tugged down on the skirt, pulling it lower and lower, until it sat around the widest part of Julianne's hips. The back was low enough that the top inch of the girl's butt crack was exposed. In the front, the lines of the border between abdomen and leg curved inward and down until they disappeared behind the top of the skirt. Her little belly button now sat a good three inches above the skirt, and had the waitress had them, pubic hairs would surely have been peeking out.

Now June folded the skirt up, and then down again, taking what had been fifteen inches of material and turning it into a bare five. The girl's craemy thighs now were almost entirely exposed, the hem of the skirt barely covering her vulva. In back, the bottoms of her ass cheeks curved below the hem. June tucked her fingers into each side of the g-string, and tugged it upward, seating each string over a hip bone. Julianne let out a little gasp as the tug deep-seated the skimpy material into her pussy. June slid her finger under the skirt, ensuring that the cloth was hidden inside Julianne's cuntlips.

Julianne looked agape at June, but seemed unable to resist her. June stood up, and pressing herself against the waitress, kissed her deeply on the mouth. She pulled her in close, her tits squashing against the chest of the smaller woman. I watched, still fingering Esme, as June's tongue dove into Julianne's mouth, one hand on the back of her head, one hand under her skirt. Julianne's hands flopped uncertainly for a second, then fastened around June's back as she gave in to my daughter's power.

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now go serve some drinks, and see if you can't have some fun."

As Julianne turned on shaky legs to go about her job, June gave her a swat on her curvy little behind. Then she sat down again, a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

"I love debauching the innocent," she laughed. I couldn't help but laugh back. My daughter was a true sexual adventuress, with all the instincts of a Machiavelli. We watched Julianne totter around the balcony, her long legs now the center of people's attention.

"'M drunnk..." slurred Esme. "Wanna fuck. Anyone else wanna fuck?"

June and I giggled, staring at each other. Then June grabbed Esme's hand and stood her up. The music had started up again, and they started to dance together. I watched from the booth, as the two girls began to kiss each other, their hands roving all over the other's body. Without any clothes in the way, each girl was able to fondle whichever body part presented itself. I had two buttons undone on my pants, and my prick, hard as iron, stood out, begging for attention.

In fact, attention is just what my two beauties attracted from other watchers on the balcony, and a small circle formed around them. Men and women gazed at the two lovers, writhing and caressing each other. While I watched, onlookers were casually reaching out to touch them, dragging a finger across an asscheek, stroking a nipple. I was a little worried that things might get out of hand, but June seemed, as always, the mistress of the situation.

With only a little coaxing, she was able to offer Esme to each person in the circle for closer investigation. One man palmed a tit, feeling the hot nubbin of her nipple against his palm. One woman slipped a finger between her labia, then sampling the taste of her. Another guy who pushed his denim-clad erection against her face was summarily dismissed by June.

Julianne returned, her eyes glazed from the intensity of the night's experiences. She still had her skirt folded up, but it was even smaller than before, the front showing where her g-string disappeared into her pussy lips, two or three curly pubic hairs escaping over the top of the front panel of the underwear. In back, several inches of ass crack were visible, with the g-string emerging from its intimate contact with her erogenous zones. Her shirt was even lower than before, and she had lost her bra in her travels. The end result of the new arrangement was that her areolas showed over her shirt, and the top of the cotton garment seemed to hang off of her painfully erect nipples.

She sat down next to me, watching June and Esme make the rounds of the participants in their public exhibition.

"I have never felt so... so aroused in my life, mister," she groaned, not taking her eyes off my companions. I held my erection in my hand, the throbbing in my palm agreeing with Julianne. I glanced at her, and noted that she had a hand underneath her skirt, working wildly at her overheated sex.

"Please... I left my phone number on... ohhh... on your check... please... oh,God... please, please call me tomorrow?"

I laid my hand over her hand, pushing it deep into her, pressing the heel of her palm over her clit. With circular pressure, I made her pleasure herself more and more. I leaned in and breathed into her ear.

"We'll call you."

"OH! Oh, GOD!!" she shrieked as she came under my fingers. June looked up at me, Esme leaning against her, panting. Julianne's yell had brought too much attention to our area, and June signalled to me that it was time to make tracks. Like a magic trick, she and Esme disappeared to the restroom, while I tucked myself back in and gave a credit card to Julianne. The circle of people dispersed rapidly, and all seemed normal once more when the manager appeared at my table. He seemed more amused than annoyed, but he told me that it was time for the three of us to go. I nodded, and thanked him for his attentions, tipping him again with another fifty bucks.

In moments, June and Esme were back again, seemingly decent in their previous outfits. But Esme was still high on her erotic buzz, and she continually toyed with her clothes as if she were a prisoner of them. We managed to get her outside before she could undo her skirt. Pulling it off triumphantly outside the club, she turned to the big bouncer.

"'M naked," she announced brightly. "Wanna fuck?"

The well-muscled gentleman let out a bark of laughter.

"Young lady, I think it's high time you got home."

We led her down the street towards her house, while she muttered darkly to herself.

"Just wanna fuck. Why can't I get a fuck?"

We wrestled her upstairs to her apartment, and got her onto her bed. She smiled at us, reaching between her legs. When her finger found a home deep in her pussy, she groaned, turned over, and fell asleep.

"Let's crash here," said June, as she undid her blouse. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"You never stop do you?" I asked as I undressed.

"Nope," said June, now naked once more, and, lying down next to the unconscious Esme, raised her arms up to me. "Wanna fuck?" She asked in perfect imitation of her friend.

I laughed.

"Nope, pretty girl. I still have my morals," I answered as I lay down next to her, also naked. I spooned her from behind, her butt pressed to my groin, where my half-erect cock nestled between her cheeks.

"You don't stand a chance," whispered June, clasping my hand over her breast