"That was really something! Did I wake the dead?"
"Nancy, you were great! Did you like it?"
"Uh, Steve. Huh, it's, it's like nothing I've ever felt! Whew! Mind blowing!"
"You want to sit down?"
"Huh, huh, well, no, actually I'm still really horny. That damned dress let you touch me everywhere except where I wanted to be touched. You and Teddi really know how to make a girl suffer. Be an angle and do it like you did at first, only let me come."
"Really?" I thought you did!"
"Oh, a little, but not enough. I'd like it more the other way."
"You mean in the qiana dress?"
"Yes. Just like you were doing, but harder. God, I can't believe I'm saying this!"
"How about with the feathers?"
"Oh no, not that again. Please! That was so maddening. It felt really good but I just couldn't go all the way."
"Yeah, those peacock feathers look terrific, but a plain old turkey feather can feel a lot stronger. Too bad there aren't any here. Some other time."
"Oh Steve, I couldn't stand it. I'm much too ticklish there!"
"You'd be surprised. It can take a while, but it's one hell of an orgasm when you get there."
"Ho, such a naughty boy! Now, where's my dress?"
Steve saw that Lynn had come within earshot.
"You know, I'd really like to see how you look in those pants like Lynn and Ginger have."
"Mmmm, that would be nice."
"You think Lynn's would fit you?"
"Why sure, Nancy," Lynn said, picking right up on Steve's lead. "You can try them, but with one condition."
"Oh?"
"You have to wear the panties. There's something very special I'd like to show you."
Nancy put on Lynn's blue qiana pants and top, with the sheer black g-string underneath. The pants fit her just like Lynn, not quite as tight as Ginger's. Steve strung her up in the same position they had begun with, arms up high over her head, legs spread open.
The sight took Steve's breath away. Years of fantasies involving girls in blue silk dresses, the exact same shade of blue as these pants, swirled in his head. He had felt it earlier, watching Lynn during dinner, and again later when she came out in the blue qiana gown. But now the object of his attention was dangling before him, captive, unable to escape what he had in store for her.
The pants were in a way better than the skirts of his fantasies. The wide, flared bottoms provided the sense of movement, like the skirts, but the tightness above focused on her cunt and made it much more available.
And the fabric hid nothing. This was true of all the women tonight; their slinky, silky clothes accentuated every curve of their bodies. It had been the same with Vivian after the gig, and others before. Beyond the sensuality of what they wore and the potential for tickling games he associated with the look, he loved to see the outline of their naked breasts jiggling beneath the silky fabric, and the soft groove between the cheeks of their ass that hinted at the absence of panties.
Here were so many aspects of his fantasies. A pretty young girl, tied up, wearing something dark blue and slinky. And he was going to tickle her, just like he dreamed of doing all those years. Yet there was something else. For a moment it eluded him, then he hit on what it was. In most of his fantasies his victim asked him to do it. Invited, offered, even pleaded. Until now he had usually had to talk his partner into trying it, the only exception having been Teddi on Friday night. And here he was with four lovely ladies that really got off on what he liked to do best, and Nancy was asking for more.
He began with her thighs, front and back. His fingers glided easily over the smooth nylon, softly caressing her luscious curves while deliberately staying away from her crotch. That took will power, as it was poised just inches from his face.
At first she fought to hold back the laughter, but that didn't last long. He gradually extended his territory to include her ass and the back of her knees, both spots producing even more intense laughter. The sound of her voice, so young and feminine, straining under the agony he was inducing, struck deep in his soul.
He gave her a little rest, then played with her breasts, spending a lot of time tickling her nipples and the sensitive skin underneath. Her top left her armpits bare, and he stroked her there ever so lightly with his fingertips. She responded with plenty of laughter, interspersed with moans and pleas for mercy. When he felt that she had had as much as she could endure of that he went back to tickling her breasts. The nylon took the edge off the torment, letting her regain some composure and catch her breath.
He repeated this pattern over and over, watching her excitement grow. Then he reached for her crotch, but instead of digging in and giving her the relief she now so desperately wanted he just tickled her there, lightly stroking the edges of her cunt while carefully avoiding her clit. Then he went back to her naked armpits, her howling laughter ringing in his ears and acting like an aphrodisiac on him.
Sometimes he ran down her legs, pausing to tickle her behind the knees, which always made her quiver delightfully. Then he would return to her breasts and armpits, and more cries for mercy. Her frustration was obvious, and the sight of her suffering made him terribly horny.
Lynn stepped forward and gently pulled his hands away. "Steve, I think she's ready for some relief. Let me show you why I wanted her to wear those panties."
She calmly reached out her right hand and started to rub Nancy between the legs.
"You see, if you do it right the fabric of the pants slides smoothly over the sheer nylon. There. See?"
Steve didn't have the heart to tell her that what she was describing was one of his favorite ways to masturbate. Instead he played dumb, enjoying his role as student.
"Oh, oh, that's so strong! Oh yes, there, there, ah, ah, ah!!"
"Here Steve, you try it."
Steve stepped in and started to rub Nancy's crotch. Although the pant's didn't allow much movement, they were loose enough to slide just enough over the little patch of sheer nylon covering her clit.
He was curios how it felt. He had always used two layers of the same fabric, sheer nylon or qiana. The qiana was nice and slippery, while the sheer nylon of a good nightie was very strong. It made a kind of buzzing feeling, and sometimes when he pressed hard it hurt a little. but if he was in the right mood the pain was itself erotic.
The jersey pants slid smoothly over the sheer layer underneath, which made him think that it was less intense. On the other hand, a woman's clit is usually much more sensitive than a man's penis, so he thought that maybe it was a wash.
Nancy's laughter and pleas for mercy had given way to short, rhythmic moans. She would start low, then with each little "oh" her voice went up in pitch. She would wind up like that four or five times, them start over. Sometimes she would slip in a word or two, crying out how good it felt, begging Steve to let her come.
Steve decided not to torment her anymore, but rather than just let her come as fast as possible he chose to bring her up in a series of peaks. This was one of the nicer benefits to his approach to sex play. When a man has his cock inside he rarely takes the time to do anything more than pump it in and out, driven by the overwhelming urge to come. He had read several books on sexual technique, and they all concentrated on teaching the woman to achieve orgasm quickly, so as not to be left unsatisfied when the man peaked. As if the man were driving the car and the woman was along for the ride.
Carol had taught him a better way. She had started by doing it to him, letting him relax and forget about doing anything to please her. She would take her time, as long as possible, playing his body like a virtuoso musician. When it was over they would trade places. This kind of sex took time, sometimes several hours, but it was far superior to a quick prelude to falling asleep.
He had played with Teddi that way, pushing her hard with the heavy white pleats, then letting her cool down by switching to the softer skirt and keeping it away from her clit. He had only intended to tickle her with qiana and try to get it to rub on her clit, planning all along to switch to finger stimulation and some oral sex. But Ginger had been insistent about using the pleated gowns, and in the end he was happy she had. The sight of those pleats gliding up and down between her legs, digging down and flicking her clit, had driven him crazy. Every night he fantasized about tickling a girl to orgasm, and tonight he had seen it happen twice. He had never thought about pleats as being sexy, but after tonight he would hold them in the same esteem as qiana.
Now he wanted to give Nancy as much pleasure as he possibly could. It was impossible to do it right without bondage. There was just no way that a person could endure it without being restrained. He rubbed her clit through the soft nylon, feeling it swell up and thrust itself out of its sheath. He watched her closely, and when she was really hot he would back off, lightly stroking her lips and playing with her nipples. He repeated this cycle over and over, a dozen times or more, until she was absolutely frantic.
The other women had all gathered to watch. The intense look of fascination on their faces told him they were obviously moved by what was happening to her. He felt like a performer on stage with the audience completely in his hands.
Even as he worked so carefully on Nancy's clit he couldn't stop thinking about what she wore. It was so shiny and slinky. Her pant legs swirled around her calves with every little shudder. The curves of her ass and thighs were so nicely highlighted by the glistening jersey.
He saw his hand as if it wasn't his, as if someone else were stroking her. He was overwhelmed by the sight of her hanging by the ropes, drenched in blue qiana, with a hand rubbing her right between her legs.
When he looked around and saw the others he was aroused even more. Four very attractive woman all dressed in qiana, all of them having enjoyed some type of intense sexual experience during the evening, all of them watching him play with Nancy. He wanted them all, in his apartment, like those three young Chinese girls at the birthday party. All dressed just like Nancy and Ginger, hanging from his instrument rack. He would take each in turn, playing with her, tickling her, getting her all hot and ready to come. Then he would move to the next, making them wait, letting them cool off. Around and around, higher and higher, until at last each one came. But he wouldn't stop, forcing them to endure still more, urging them to come again and again.
He couldn't imagine being hornier than he was at that moment. Nancy was in a state of absolute frenzy, her moans having risen to shrieks of wild ecstasy. The time had come to take her all the way, to push her over the glorious abyss of orgasm.
She teetered on the edge for several minutes, screaming like a woman giving birth. Suddenly her screams were choked off, as if someone had started to strangle her. Her body shuddered in wild convulsions. Her clit disappeared, but he continued to rub her there, easing off a bit to avoid making it painful, just lightly stroking her lips through the nylon pants. He waited like that until her convulsions died down, then went carefully back to her clit.
He felt her rise again, and within seconds of feeling her clit she came again. This time it lasted much longer. He lightened his touch, then pressed hard again, trying to keep her on the plateau. Gradually she started to fade. It was finally over. He quickly untied her and carried her, still shaking, to the sofa.
Ginger came over and stood next to him, with an inviting smile on her face.
"My but you do that well!"
"Thank you. She's a very sensual person. I can't take all the credit for her performance."
"No, but there are very few men who would bother to take so long."
"Well, I really liked the way she looked, tied up there in her sexy clothes. So vulnerable."
"You like that, huh? Vulnerable women. Do you get hot looking at young girl's, too?"
"Oh sure. Fifteen, sixteen. Some of them are really beautiful. I don't play with them, except in my dreams. But somebody must. You always hear stories about girls that age getting in trouble, getting pregnant."
"That's because horny old men with less scruples than you take advantage of them."
"Oh, I don't know. A lot of times it's stupid young boys who think that they can pull out in time. And you know, I wonder if I could resist the temptation, if the opportunity presented itself.
"A musician friend of mine told me a story, about how he was dating this divorcee with a fifteen year old daughter. She was forever throwing herself at him. When she found out that he worked at night she used to come over to his place after school. They lived in the same condo. Anyway, she would go for a swim, then come over and visit him dressed in a tiny bikini and a towel. He tried to just be like an uncle or whatever, but one day he just couldn't stand it and took her to bed. That went on for months, making it with both of them. The trouble was, he really liked the mother. Finally he broke it off just to clean it up."
"He should have done that sooner. But I know what you mean, it's that Lolita thing. Young girls sometimes develop a healthy sex drive rather early, and when they send out all of those signals the combination can be highly seductive."
"Oh Steve, that was wonderful to watch!"
"Hi Carol. Enjoying yourself?"
"Of course! Did you forget what I have on?"
"How could I?"
"Carol, how can you stand it?" Ginger asked.
"I've had a lot of practice. And I enjoy the torment. I'm I real masochist at heart."
"Really? The way you handled that harness I thought you were more of a dominatrix type. You know, high heels, hip boots, opera gloves and a cat-o-nine tails?"
"Nothing like that! I'm not really into heavy S&M. But at the level I play at I do enjoy changing sides. A lot of real S&M freaks do, too. So I'm told."
"Sort of 'You whip my ass and I'll whip yours,' yeah?"
"That's it. Like you and Lynn."
"Oh yeah. Like that. God but that was exciting! Both ways!"
"Ginger, don't you think it's time that Steve had his turn? I mean, he's spend the last four hours torturing these young ladies with his wicked sex games. I think it's only fair that they have the chance to repay him for his thoughtfulness."
"I agree completely. I think the girls should have a turn at making him suffer a little."
"Oh no, no, no ladies. I'm fine. Really. Besides, that would be five against one. Not fair at all!"
"Come on, Steve. I'm sure that the others will agree it's your turn. Off with your clothes and up on the table with you!"
"Can I go shi-shi first?"
"If you must. But hurry back!"
Steve went to the bathroom, both to relieve himself and to remove the cock rings and nylon panties Carol had insisted he put on. He felt uncomfortable at the thought of the other women seeing him dressed that way. But the thought of five women hell bent on playing with his dick gave him chicken skin. He couldn't wait to get back.
When he returned he got up onto the table. Carol and Ginger stretched him out on his back in exactly the same position that Teddi had been in, arms tied to the table legs back behind his head, legs up and spread wide, his butt hanging out over the edge. Even though he used a similar position frequently when masturbating, and with several women, he had never been tied up and played with like this.
Carol brought in some things to use on him. One he was quite familiar with, the long blue qiana skirt she had made for them to play with, the same fabric Lynn's dress was made of. Another he had never seem before, a long dress or nightgown made of silver satin. It looked just like that gown he had seen at the gig Friday night, very shiny and liquid. The last was also new, a long black pleated chiffon skirt.
"OK, ladies, gather 'round. It's our turn to torture our tormentor. The idea is to go slow and make it last as long as possible. Have any of you ever done this sort of thing before?"
Ginger nodded yes, but the others all looked sheepish and shook their heads.
"All right. The worst thing you can do is let him come too fast. It's the buildup that is so excruciatingly fun, as by now you all know. But with a man there is no way to keep going once he comes. You might get another chance after you wait awhile, but believe me, don't count on it.
"The next worst thing you can do is wait too long. If you do, he might loose the ability to come, which is very frustrating.
"You can use anything you like on him. I brought these so that his come won't stain your clothes. I think they'll provide a nice range of sensations. Here, try the white jumpsuit too, but try not to get too much cum on it.
"And I brought this. Good old fashioned baby powder. Powder him up, like this, and the fabric will slid easier. Men usually leak out a little juice while they're erect, and if things start to get sticky just powder him up some more."
"Carol, may I go first?" asked Teddi.
"By all means!"
Teddi picked up the white jumpsuit and stood next to the table near his waist. She lifted his limp dick and laid it back on his abdomen, then started to drag the pleats ever so lightly over his balls. His position on the table, with his ass turned up and his legs wide apart, allowed the pleats to flow across his buttocks all the way down to his asshole.
It tickled. Not too much, not like someone really going over the soles of his feet. The nylon was very cold, and Teddi held it so that only the edges of the accordion pleats touched him. After a few seconds he could feel the tickling getting more intense, and he found himself genuinely struggling against the ropes.
His cock started to get hard, and as it did it sprung up and touched the pleats. Little pin pricks of pleasure shot from the tip, almost lost in the barely tolerable tickling coming from his balls. Teddi carefully moved the jumpsuit to keep it away from his dick.
"Well Steve, now I think you know what I felt. Is it good?"
"Mmmm. Ah, oh yes! Oh! It feels so good on my ass. Really good!"
"Are you as ticklish here as I am? I hope so. This really drove me crazy!"
Her words fanned the flames of passion that now burned in him. The sight of her standing next to him did too, so young and voluptuous, dressed in the same pleated qiana gown that he had dragged over her cunt, knowing that she was completely naked under it so that every pleat could tickle her the way his balls were being tickled.
And there were the others. Carol in the yellow gown that he had enjoyed a few times at her hand, so soft and fluid, her tits and cunt still burning from the tight rubber bra and panties underneath. Ginger in her black nylon pants, so lusciously tight on her ass and so slinky around her calves. Nancy, who had changed back into her black qiana dress, so classy looking. But the best for him was Lynn, still wearing the blue qiana gown. She was a beauty beyond compare, and the shiny blue fabric gave substance to all those fantasies of his. He recalled the sight of her in the spanking harness, writhing in a perfect blend of agony and ecstasy. He wanted her dress to feel as good on her now as what he was feeling on his balls, even stronger, so that she would twitch and shudder like she did as she was spanked.
"I think you have his attention. Now, try the blue skirt, and hold his dick so that the qiana flows over the tip."
"Hey Carol, aren't we going to share?" Nancy asked, with mock indignation.
"Here Nan, give it a try."
Nancy took Teddi's place, the blue qiana skirt in her hand. She gingerly grasped his cock near the root, angled it out a bit, and started to drag the qiana over it, letting it stream down over his ass.
A feeling like a tremendous sigh ran through Steve's body. Hardly a day passed without him having the touch of this fabric on his dick. It was like greeting an old friend. His position made it better than he had ever felt, as the sensuous fabric was tickling his asshole and balls while it stroked his cock. For him, no blow job could produce even half as much pleasure.
When he was alone he masturbated this way, occasionally going all the way but more often finishing by rubbing one layer over another.
Carol always included it in their foreplay, which is why she made the skirt. She liked most to tie him in a standing position and have him wear the skirt, reaching her hand down through the elastic waistband and swishing his cock back and forth. He liked it that way too, as it was very difficult for him to come standing up. Sometimes she took him all the way like that, a most pleasant form of torture. More often she kept him on edge for a long time, then untied him so they could finish making love in a more traditional manner.
They had tried a slip once, a long half slip they had picked out together. It had been great fun shopping for it, joking about having him try it on or taking it for a test drive. But it just wasn't as good. The nylon was too light, and just didn't have the same zing on his skin. It wasn't useless, and if he ever found himself stranded somewhere without the genuine article he thought it would do.
Unlike some men he had no attachment to the idea of playing with women's underwear, and no distaste either. It just so happened that the easiest way to get some of the sensuous fabrics he liked to play with was to buy women's lingerie.
What did put the spice in his sex life was looking at women dressed in sensuous clothes, and of course playing with them. Tickling them if he could, and using the fabric to stimulate them in ways they had never dreamed of.
The times that he masturbated he always thought about doing what he was doing to himself to a lovely female. The one notable difference was that his imaginary partners were always quite young, much younger than he desired to pursue. Their physical virginity held no interest, it being replaced in a symbolic way by it being their first time to wear something sensuous. There had been times that he had scored with rather young girls, still in high school. Playing with them had been heavenly, but afterward, even though they had always enjoyed it, he felt like a bastard. He found that when it came to playing with real live bodies he preferred women who were old enough to understand what it was all about, yet young enough to suggest that it could be their first time.
Now, looking around him, he was overwhelmed by that thought. As his cock sang out in joy he took great pleasure in feeling as if Teddi, Nancy, and Lynn were all experiencing this for the first time. Perhaps Ginger too, although he had a feeling that she had been into sexy clothes long before tonight. Ginger was more like Carol, a special case, a woman who already knew a lot about strong sex. There was excitement in that, but it was not something that he had developed into a basis for fantasies. Perhaps that was because he had met very few women who knew, or admitted to knowing, about the things he liked so much.
The blue qiana was doing what he loved most, tickling him and caressing him with unbearable pleasure. The tip of his cock was bathed in sensations so strong that he almost wanted it to stop. If it weren't for his being securely tied down he might have given in and pulled away. As it was he was forced to endure whatever Nancy did, and knowing that excited him even more.
She looked so luscious in her black nylon dress. Even though he had already had the honor of teasing her in it he still found the sight of her wearing it erotic. The memory of her tied up before him danced in his mind, writhing and screaming with laughter as he tickled her nipples, helpless and unable to avoid his probing fingers.
"Just a sec, Nan," said Carol. "I have a little something here that will help prolong his agony."
Steve looked up in surprise and saw that Carol was holding the leather penis sheath she had used on him a few times before.
"Aw Carol, no way, not that one. You know what that does to me."
"Yes dear, I do. For your information, ladies, this little gizmo will keep him hard for as long as you like. Now that he's nice and hard we just slip it on, like this, and lace it up."
Steve groaned as he felt the stiff leather sleeve being draw tightly around his hard cock. He hadn't counted on this, Carol's special toy that let her play with him for as long as she wanted. He knew it was going to be a long night.
"There. Now we just run this strap around his scrotum and pull it tight, like that."
"What does that do?" asked Nancy, expressing the curiosity also visible on Teddi's face.
"Strong pressure around the scrotum seems to help a man maintain an erection, and, best of all, it blocks the orgasm reflex. Actually, it's not one hundred percent perfect. You're dealing with a pretty complex combination of hydraulics and emotions. Sometimes a man won't stay hard even with this, and sometimes he will sneak an orgasm past you. But, given a healthy, normal male, it usually works. I'll leave it to you to see how well it works tonight. Nan, back to work. Or, ah, pleasure!"
Nancy went back to doing what he liked best. It was just as agonizingly pleasant as before, except that now he could feel a steady, firm pressure on his cock.
She was very good with the skirt, adapting what she had seen him do to Teddi. She kept changing the angle of his cock, letting it drag more on the top, then underneath. Sometimes she drew the fabric towards his head, making it press hard all over the tip. Then she would pull it straight up and down so that it barely brushed his dick at all. And every so often she would drag it all the way up and across his chest, which felt really good in a less orgasmic way.
"Nan, how about letting someone else have a turn?"
"Oh Teddi, I was just getting into it."
"Don't worry, you'll get another turn. Remember, we're supposed to make it last a long time!"
"Yeah, you should appreciate that!"
"Nan! Really!"
"Now Teddi, don't get angry," Carol said. "After all, you did take a long time. However, I loved watching every minute of it. Ginger, how about trying the satin on him?
Steve saw Ginger grin with delight, and moaned at the thought of enduring this much longer. He knew Carol well enough to know that she would see to it that they drag this on as long as possible.