Costume Shop Ch. 05: Angie About Town

"Hiya, Pete. Your parents home?"

"They're gone until Sunday," Pete answered automatically. Then he snapped out of his normal reaction to the question, staring at me up and down.

"Are you okay, Angie? What are you doing walking around like...Like that?"

"You mean looking like I just got fucked? Cuz that's what happened. Benton came over and fucked the shit out of me for a few hours. But he ran out of gas, and I'm still needy. Care to pinch hit?"

Pete's eyes bugged out, shock the overriding emotion. His eyes were locked on my tits, though, and I knew I had him. Semen glittered on the upper swells of my tits, leaving little doubt that I was telling the truth. Before he could come up with an answer to my question, I gently propelled him into the house. He didn't fight me.

I pushed the door closed behind me, then nudged Pete into the living room. There was a big easy chair right where I remembered one being, and I pushed him into it. He sank down, jaw slack. I grinned, kneeling in front of him. I popped my boobs out of their black confinement, and Pete's eyes bulged. I licked my lips.

"First real tits you've seen, am I right?"

"Uh huh..." Pete seemed to be in a daze. I reached up, undoing his belt and pants, tugging them and his boxers down. I was shocked with what I found between his legs. If Benton had been impressive when he left, Pete was a fucking monster. The damn thing had to be thirteen inches long. I leaned forward, wrapping both hands around it. When I looked up at my neighbor, my eyes were as wide as his.

"How the fuck are you a virgin with this beast between your legs?"

I didn't know how I knew for certain he was a virgin. But I knew he was. He blushed bright red and looked away from me.

"No one wants...I'm a nerd...It's not like I can...You know...walk up to girls and say...'Hey, I've got a huge cock'."

"Fuck me, if I'd known this was living next door, you'd have been deflowered years ago!"

I got up on my knees properly, and nestled The Beast, as I now thought of Pete's cock, between my titties. His eyes grew wide, then slammed shut. He gritted his teeth as I started to bounce up and down slowly. I kissed and licked at his head at the bottom of each stroke, since he was more than long enough for me to reach easily.

After a few minutes, I took pity on Pete. His hands were clenched, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw locked in determination. I knew that look. He was trying not to cum. I tilted my head up, leaving off the teasing tongue job I'd been giving the head of his cock.

"Cum, sweetie. Trust me. You won't go soft. I dunno what the fuck is going on, but I'm walking Viagra today."

He grunted and bucked his hips. The cum came spattering out, and I giggled delightedly. The first mutually sexual spurt of his life, and Pete's balls were clearly in line with his cock size, in terms of storage. It just kept coming. Eventually, it tapered off, but not before my whole jaw and upper chest were sticky with his spend.

I scooped up some of the thick fluid. Once Pete's eyes had cracked open, I raised my fingers to my lips, licking and sucking them clean. Pete groaned at the sight. I loved that sound. The 'Ohmijesusfuck, you're so damn SEXY' sound. I heard that sound a lot, even before today.

I rose, walking over to the couch. I left Pete to deal with getting his pants off. By the time I'd settled onto my back, spreading my legs, he was naked and chasing me. He went to plant his cock between my legs, and I pushed his chest hard.

"Uh uh uh, sweetie. If I'm your first, you learn the right way to do things. Sex is reciprocal, hon. That means your tongue has some work to do before you get to plant your flag."

I pointed between my legs. My mound was a green crease with a pink heaven at the center. I reached down, spreading my labia open. Cum and grool dripped out. Pete looked slightly skeptical. I decided to continue his education while I played with my clit.

"Sweetie, listen...mmmmm...Society has...weird hang ups...about fluids. It's just...just fluid. Doesn't matter...where it came from...Eating me...when I've got...Benton's cum...in there...isn't gross. It's just...another fluid. Now....get to fucking work"

Pete, it turned out, didn't need to be told twice. He went to work. At first, there was a lot of kissing and nuzzling, with very little licking or sucking. I coached him gently, offering encouragement and advice. He was a quick learner. Within five minutes, he had two fingers inside me, pumping in time with the strokes of his tongue over my clit.

I came twice in the next ten minutes, gushing over Pete's face each time. He seemed to get more and more into it the longer it went on. After his initial squeamishness faded, he ate me with a gusto I'd only experienced on very rare occasions. I knew that Pete was going to be a regular part of my rotation. It was entirely possible he'd be taking my number two spot.

I was genuinely shocked when, after fifteen minutes of intense cunnilingus, Pete lifted my lower body up and attacked my rose bud. I'd imagined that we would get to rimming eventually, but I had expected to take several sessions to work him up to it. It had felt likely that I'd need to demonstrate just how good it felt by giving it to him first, after I broke through the bullshit societal conditioning that made anal 'nasty'.

Pete blew right past those expectations. His tongue plunged past my pucker like a pro. I gasped, then grunted as he started eating me in earnest. It was then that I realized something, before an analgasm took my brain away: He was trying to get more of the taste of Benton's cum. Seemed like my nerdy neighbor might be bi.

The thought was hot. Benton was out and proud about his bisexuality. When he heard just what was swinging between Pete's legs, he'd insist on getting a look. And then a taste. I didn't blame him.

Ten minutes later, with just a little warning, Pete's face disappeared from between my cheeks. I whimpered, annoyed. I'd been enjoying his tongue work. Then my legs were spread in a familiar way. Before I could get myself together, I was split open. I screamed in delight. I'd never had anything this big inside me before, and the feeling was mind-blowing.

I grunted and rutted against my new lover. Pete's face, when it came back into focus, was twisted in a snarl of need. He fucked me in long, brutal strokes, withdrawing almost his whole length before plunging it back inside. The sounds coming out of him were guttural, bestial, barely human. I loved it. My quiet, almost mousy neighbor had a beast inside him as well as a Beast between his legs.

Pete and The Beast proceeded to destroy my world for over an hour. I don't know how many times Pete came, but he never softened. He just kept jack hammering into me. At one point, I thought he'd switch to my ass. Instead, it seemed that he just wanted me on top. He easily tossed me up and over. I landed in his lap, pressed my cum sticky tits in his face, and started riding him.

By the time Pete was finally spent, my tits and face were completely clean. He'd licked every bit of cum off, where his and Benton's had mixed on my emerald skin. As I felt him softening and slipping out of me, I grinned.

"Goddamn, Pete. If I'd known you had that in you, you'd have gotten laid years ago."

"Didn't...Didn't know...Never last...longer than...ten minutes...fuck. Came so much...So tired...Fuck."

I slipped off of him, giggling as cum gushed out of me. I was absolutely stuffed with spooge. It felt so good. I looked down at my new lover, enjoying the fact that I'd fucked another man into submission. It was an amazing feeling.

And somehow, my costume was still pristine. My green skin was sweat streaked, my pussy was puffy and drenched in grool and cum, my tits shiny with Pete's spit. But the gorgeous black fabric of my costume showed not even a droplet of spit, sweat, or cum. I loved that.

As I took in my costume's immaculate perfection, I realized my cunt was still burning with need. That was insane. I'd just fucked two men to exhaustion. How was my kitty still thirsty for more cream?

I leaned over, kissing Pete long and languorously. I nipped at his bottom lip as I pulled back.

"Recovered, sweetie. I'm gonna need more of that soon. And if you want more of this..." I dipped a finger between my legs, bringing up a dollop of his cum. I licked it clean, and his eyes gleamed. "...I have a friend who'd love to meet you. He's the one you were eating out of my ass with such enthusiasm."

Pete blinked, looking thoughtful. He didn't say anything as I walked out.

I went back to my house, checking the clock in the front hall. 4:15. Still hours until my parents would be back. My other three lovers had pled prior plans that lasted the rest of the day, and I didn't have another Pete on hand. The rest of the street was young families with pre-pubescent kids, or married retirees.

While I ranged far and wide with my voracious needs, one of my hard and fast rules was 'No married men'. I did not cheat. I didn't sleep with anyone in a monogamous relationship, or who wasn't comfortable being part of my polycule. That meant nearby was right out.

I grabbed my wallet and keys, going to my car. As I pulled out of the garage, I thought hard about my options. Walt Redrock was pretty hot. He was a local ranger of some kind, and he was built like a man who spent a lot of time outside. Jake Miller was equally ripped; from the work he did as a contractor. Then, of course, there were any number of athletes from my high school.

As I drove, thinking hard, I passed St. Peter Lutheran Church. I slowed, staring at the building. It was where the dance would be taking place the next week. The lights in the church office were on. And Pastor Meadows was a bachelor...

Moments later, I walked into Pastor Meadows office. I smiled as he looked up. Just as with Benton and Pete, his jaw dropped. While I'd never really given much thought to Eric Meadows as a man, he was definitely a Man with a capital M. Broad shoulders over a well-muscled chest. Arms that stretched the sleeves of his tight clerical shirt. A neck that bulged around his white collar. Flat stomach above thick, muscular legs wrapped in tight jeans. He was exactly what I needed for desert.

"I...Who...Angie? Is that you? Angela, what are you doing here? What are you wearing? What happened to your skin?"

"Oh, it's just the costume I'm wearing to the dance, Pastor Meadows. Do you like it? I picked it out with you in mind. I wanted to give you a little back for being so stubborn in our recent discussion."

"You...You're wearing...You can't...That isn't...appropriate..."

There was zero conviction behind his words. Whatever Pastor Meadows had been working on when I walked in, it was absolutely forgotten now. That was fine by me.

I stepped around his desk. As I did, I shrugged off my outer robe, leaving me in just the black sheathe dress. I popped my emerald tits out of their midnight confinement, licking my lips. I pushed Pastor Meadows's chair out, leaving him sitting in the middle of the space behind his desk.

At that precise moment, I felt something odd. Looking down, I saw my tits actually change. I felt a weird tickle in the back of my mind. In a voice very like Pastor Meadows's, I heard someone say 'smaller, perkier, bigger nipples....fucking perfect'. I shook my head. Couldn't have been. His lips hadn't moved, after all. Still, my tits were back down to a C, and riding even higher than normal.

I knew instinctively that this session wouldn't bother with oral. Neither of us wanted it. Instead, I practically tore Pastor Meadows's pants off. Damn, he was going commando in those jeans. His actual balls were just as big as his metaphorical ones, which made it even more impressive. His cock, fully erect, was about seven inches. While that would normally be more than satisfying, after Pete, it looked sad.

I wrapped a hand around it, staring right into Pastor Meadows's eyes. In a husky voice, I said, "So, Eric...Can I call you Eric? Eric, I think you can get harder for me, can't you? Try for me, baby."

Eric's eyes bulged, and I felt him growing in my hand. I looked down a moment later and grunted in satisfaction. Without a ruler, it was hard to tell, but I'd guess between eleven and fourteen inches now. Much better.

I straddled Eric's lap, leaning in to kiss him. He slipped into me easily. The combination of my own juices, Benton's cum, and Pete's cum meant I was well lubed. When our bodies met, we shared a mutual, shuddering moan. I opened my eyes, staring into Eric's. His were wide and shocked. Then they turned heated and needy as I began bouncing up and down.

Unlike the rough sex with Benton and the downright bestial fucking with Pete, Eric and I were languid in our love making. Neither of us was in a rush. I rode him slow and deep for at least thirty minutes. His grunts as he came for the first time were combined with a surprised look in his eyes as he didn't soften. I just grinned as I slipped off him.

I pushed everything except his laptop off his desk. The computer got shut and set aside. Even with the throbbing need between my legs, I was polite enough not to cost him or the church hundreds of dollars. There was no rush. His cock wasn't going anywhere, except back between my legs.

As I lay back, Eric stood, kicking his jeans away. He spread my legs and slipped back in, sighing in delight. He twined his fingers in my hair, pulling me up to kiss him. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples scraping across the rough material of his black clerical shirt. With a chuckle, I broke our kiss and yanked the white collar away.

"There, now we're both defrocked."

Eric gave an incredulous belly laugh, looking at my dress bunched around my waist.

"Not completely, in your case. Does this...Does it feel as good..."

"Fuck yes, baby. Don't stop."

Eric lasted longer than either Benton or Pete. Over the next three hours, we swapped positions freely, using every flat surface in the office. I bent over the desk, gasping and moaning as I took him in my ass. We spooned on the soft carpet, his wonderful length probing my depths with methodical patience. He thrust into me in slow, devasting intensity with my back pressed against the wall and my legs clenched around his back.

Eventually, I called a halt. My pussy was no longer throbbing with need. Instead, like a sated cat, it pulsed with melty, languorous delight. I lay next to Eric on the floor, kissing his lips and cheeks gently. His cock deflated slowly as he nuzzled my tits, gently nibbling and sucking at my nipples.

As I stood, straightening my dress and donning my robe again, I smiled down at the spent pastor.

"So, do you still think I can't wear this to the dance?"

A sleepy, satisfied chuckle rumbled out of Eric's chest. He smiled up at me, his eyes hooded and dreamy.

"Feel free to wear whatever you want. Although...Would you mind stopping by my office before or after?"

I knelt next to him, smiling. I kissed him, slow and deep, our tongues tangling delightfully.

"Baby, I'll be stopping by sooner than next week. Count on it."

He eyes snapped open, lighting up with excitement and desire. I left him like that, clearly contemplating our next coupling. It was a nice final image of a truly excellent afternoon.

As I drove home, I noticed two things. First, my costume was still perfectly immaculate. That finally seemed odd to me, especially when I thought about what I'd been doing since noon. The second thing was that my skin was shading back towards the bronzed tan it normally was. Interesting. It didn't really bother me either way.

When I walked into my living room, I was surprised to find someone waiting for me. Had it been Benton or Pete, I probably wouldn't have been terribly shocked. Instead of either of them, though, it was the cute cougar from the costume store. She grinned at me in a curious way as I walked into the living room, rising from the couch where she'd been seated.

"Angela, we need to talk. I've been keeping an eye on you since you left the shop earlier today. That costume is some of my best work, but with the way you and the first young man went at it, the magic in it should have been exhausted. You were able to keep going for over six hours after that, though. I want to find out why."

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Angela Barton had several things in common with her friend Candy Carmichael. They shared an affinity for the written word, and both enjoyed the poetry and prose of Whitman. Both young women were bound for UNC-Wilmington in the fall. Both played sports that involved running, with Candy being a starting forward on the soccer team and Angela being a star on the track team. And they shared one other thing.

Each young woman carried the blood of magical royalty. While Candy was distantly descended from Titania, Queen of the Summer Court of the Fae, Angela was another animal altogether. In ages past, when the Realm humanity called home shared borders with distant places and strange shores, a race called the Leelu walked among mortals.

The Leelu were the source of all legends and tales about succubi and incubi. Beings of staggering supernatural beauty, the Leelu could become the ideal mate of any lover they chose to take to their beds. Their primary magic was concentrated in shapeshifting and telepathy, with skills in pheromones and lust inducing fire magic also common.

And Angela was descended from Alianora, the most powerful queen the Leelu Nation had ever known.