Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

He could still smell the murk of the stream, but stronger was the scent of the dancer in front of him. He leaned forward and licked one of her freckled thighs. Ginger spread her legs a little.

Bailey slid Ginger’s top over her head. The dancer’s big tits lay on her little belly, just a little bit of chub there along with some stretch marks. Jack couldn’t care less that she wasn’t perfect. Her breasts were as freckled as the rest of her, and she had wide pink areolas, pebbling with her growing excitement.

Jack pulled the G-string down past her knees and let it drop. The dancer had shaved her slit so there was only a little landing strip above her clit. Jack liked a nice bush, but any pussy was good pussy in his book. He leaned forward, smelling the strong smell of the excited woman. Then he was bent forward, enclosing her clit in his mouth.

Ginger had her legs spread. She was all in.

Jack moved a hand up the soft skin of her belly to cup a tit. They were natural, very big, very soft, very squishy.

Bailey came around to suck on the woman’s other nipple, and then she was kissing the dancer, growling and groaning. Bailey grabbed Ginger’s hand so the redhead could stroke the demon’s sizzling, sensitive clit.

Jack loved eating this woman, but his own cock was straining his jeans. He felt like he might shred the denim at any minute.

That was okay. He could wait. Ginger was seconds from coming.

Gabby felt the redhead’s excitement as well. The angel gasped. “You’re horny, Jack, but you’re resisting the urge to just fuck her. You’re letting her come first. You’re so good. You’re all so sweet. Even the demon. Even Bailey.” From her voice, it was clear that Gabby would be coming right along with the redhead.

Ginger had her legs spread wide, half squatting as she grasped Jack’s head. She was making sure his mouth was on her sex just right—that his tongue was hitting her little strawberry clit in just the right way. And then he felt her body shiver, and in seconds, she was grunting as she orgasmed. Once, twice, three times—she was caught in the thrill of her orgasm, out in the open, by the motionless stream, in the absolute silence of a stopped world.

“I feel her Ijjinaya,” Gabby whispered. “I shouldn’t be able to, but I do. And it feels so good. She’s so excited. I love this so much. I love all of you so much.” Then the angel was coming, gasping, moaning, over by the tree.

Ginger let out a sigh. She might have fallen if Bailey hadn’t been there to catch her. She eased the dancer back onto the bench. Bailey then attacked Jack, flinging off his clothes and kneeling to suck his cock into her hot mouth.

Jack grabbed her hair and a horn and couldn’t help but fuck her mouth for a second. It felt so good. It felt so nasty to be getting a blow job behind a strip club with two women looking on.

Ginger laughed breathlessly. “No fair, Bailey. You get Jack all the time. I want to taste him.”

Bailey turned, her mouth wet. “Taste him or fuck him?”

“Both,” the redhead said with a shy giggle.

Jack left Bailey and approached Ginger. The ground was cold and slightly damp on his bare feet. And yet the air felt so good on him, and it felt so raunchy being naked in public.

He stood in front of the redhead. She circled her fingers around his cock, giving him a little squeeze and a little tug. “It’s a nice dick, Jack.”

“Thanks. Had it all my life.”

He was slick enough for her to stroke him using his pre-cum. Back and forth she went, while Jack watched Gabby come forward, tits bouncing. It was clear the angel wanted a closer look, at both his dick and the redhead’s tits.

Gabby was blushing, blonde, and oh-so-cute, framed by her white wings. And her pussy was so pink, clearly visible since she didn’t have any pubic hair.

Bailey sat naked on the bench next to the dancer. The demon had her legs spread with two fingers in her cunt. Still no tail, and her horns were gone, her eyes normal, or at least as normal as they got—one icy blue and one gleaming scarlet.

“You should suck it,” the angel whispered from where she stood behind the bench. “He gave you oral sex, Ginger, so it’s only fair you return the favor.”

“Gladly. I love giving head.” The dancer went at him with spit and enthusiasm, sucking on him, stroking him, and moaning as she took him in. He reached down to cup her tits, which overflowed his hands. Her mouth felt so good on him, and it was clear she loved sucking dick as much as he liked eating pussy.

Gabby stroked Bailey’s hair as well as Ginger’s, petting them, her chest rising and falling, her pale pink nipples hard.

Jack wanted to touch the angel’s tits, squeeze them, play with every inch of the angel’s body. She’d said no to sex before, but this wasn’t exactly sex, and he might as well ask again. “Can I play with your tits, Gabby? They look so good.”

Gabby blinked, obviously surprised by the question. She nodded. “Oh, yes, they ache. I want you to touch me. Does her mouth feel good on your cock, Jack? It must. I feel so much Ijjinaya in the air.”

“Me too,” Bailey whimpered. Then she was coming, grunting and gasping. She clasped her thighs together as she leaned back to feel the angel’s hand on her hair.

“That looks so hot. I want to come again.” The angel thrust her chest out, keeping a hand on Bailey’s head while she used her other hand to rub her clit.

Jack grabbed the angel’s tits, feeling the whole thing, so soft and squishy compared to her muscled body. He was thrusting himself in and out of Ginger’s mouth, and she was