by Aaron Crash
Ginger had been pale, but the mention of the fantasy put a rosy bloom in her cheeks. “How did you know about that?”
“Sex demon.” Bailey must’ve had just enough energy to sprout horns and change her eye color to a solid black. Her tail was hidden at the moment.
Ginger touched one of Bailey’s horns. “You’re not kidding. A sex demon? I don’t want to go to hell.”
“You won’t go to hell,” Bailey said. “You’re a good mom, and it wasn’t your fault you married a meth addict. And it’s so sweet how you help out your younger brother. And all the other dancers love how supportive you are, especially Cinnamon.” She gestured to the frozen Black woman putting on makeup. “Well, her actual name is Dorothy, but you know, she can’t go on stage with Dorothy, or so she thinks. I don’t think most people would mind. The men aren’t too particular, and she’s so pretty and has jugs for days.”
“The names are mostly for branding,” Ginger said quietly. She glanced at Gabby. “If you’re an angel, can you prove it?”
Gabby was as bright as ever. “If we step outside I can. It would hurt to bring out my wings with this suit on.”
“Please,” the redhead said quietly.
They went out a door and into the parking lot. Plum Creek ran north, joining up with the Platte. There was a grove of cottonwood trees lining the stream with lots of yellow leaves littering the ground.
Ginger was barefoot, with cute pink toes, but her gingham shirt was blue. She was very cute and made up for her performance, which Jack imagined would happen once the thick blonde left the stage. By that time, Jack hoped that Bailey would be full of Ijjinaya again.
The four of them wandered across the parking lot and down a little trail. By the river was a bench where people could sit to overlook the stream. The air was warm, and the place smelled like autumn in Colorado, one of Jack’s favorite smells.
Jack stood back and watched as Gabby took off her jacket and hung it on a broken branch of the tree. She then undid her white shirt until her lacy bra was exposed, then dropped the skirt and hung it up behind her. She stood there in a lacy white bra and panties.
Bailey was perking up because it was obvious Ginger was getting horny, and the succubus was lapping up the lust. “Gabby is pretty, isn’t she? And you’re bi, aren’t you?”
“Bi, yes,” Ginger murmured. “And Gabby is short for Gabriella.”
The angel nodded, reached back, and undid her bra. She took it off, revealing her firm tits and big pink nipples, pointing skyward. She then sprouted her wings, which were bright and white under the sun. She let her halo show, and her eyes gleamed as brightly, removing the shadows under the tall trees.
While Gabby was showing off her angelic form, Bailey was full demon, black eyes, long black horns, and vampiric incisors behind her red lips.
Ginger smiled. “You are an angel. I wish you angels would do better keeping all the terrible men away from us working girls.”
“I’ll make a note of it,” Gabby said softly.
Bailey was holding the redhead close, cupping her tits. “Free will greases the wheels of the world, sweetie. But, yes, Gabby is an angel. I’m a sex demon, but not necessarily evil. I just like fucking. Like you do.”
“And Jack?” Ginger asked.
“Look at his pants.” Bailey pressed her cheek against Ginger’s. The demon whispered into the girl’s ear. “He has a nice big dick. I loved that fantasy you had about the couple. You saw them come in a few times, a nice-looking man and his beautiful wife. They obviously loved you, but other than a few tips and chitchat, they never really made a move. You wished they’d had. In your fantasy, you meet them out in the parking lot, and one thing leads to another, and you come to this bench where he fucks you from behind while you kiss the wife and play with her tits. We can make that fantasy a reality, if you want.”
Ginger was glowing. She gave Jack a shy smile. “So you can stop time. I bet you do all sorts of naughty things.”
“I’ve been keeping busy,” Jack replied. “Mostly I’ve been killing monsters and figuring out my life. But Bailey is right. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“It’s okay.” The redhead glanced at the stream, which was frozen, and she noticed the lack of bird calls. “It’s so quiet.”
Ginger turned to face Bailey. “And you smell so good. What kind of perfume is that?”
“It’s not a perfume,” Bailey said. “It’s just me. Sex demons have to smell good to lure in our prey. How about you help me get undressed? Then we can all have fun.”
“You could make a million dollars dancing,” Ginger murmured. “You’re so sexy.”
Ginger kissed Bailey. It was soft at first, but grew hotter and more passionate, until it was clear that the two were French kissing, exploring each other’s mouths.
The redhead gasped. “So is this what you do? Go around finding women for Jack?”
“This is for me, sweetie,” Bailey said in a husky whisper. She smiled. “So far, we’ve only done this once before. But you humans are so silly. You walk around horny all the time, and yet you have so little sex. There are all these rules you make for yourself. Like you not sleeping with Cinnamon. You should.”
“No.” Ginger laughed nervously. “Strip club politics are complicated enough without adding sex. I’ve made that mistake before. It can get painfully awkward. Believe me.”
The redhead drifted from Bailey and approached Jack.
Gabby had taken off her panties and stood there with both her wings and her tits out. Her hand drifted between her legs to rub at the top of her bare pink slit. She watched with eyes blazing. This wasn’t just about Nefesh for her. This was about so much more, obviously.
Ginger was flushed and sweating and so hot. Her perfume was sweet and cheap, stripper perfume, but Jack loved it. He’d been in the Cupid’s Arrow before, but he didn’t remember a buxom redhead like the girl in the overalls.
Bailey moved back and started stripping. “So we’re doing this, right?”
Ginger wasn’t stripping; she seemed so horny that she could hardly move. “What about diseases, you know, and pregnancy.”
Bailey sniffed. “You’re clean. Jack is clean. Gabby is a virgin, and I’ve only had this body for a few days. And don’t worry, I can make sure the pregnancy thing doesn’t happen. You wouldn’t believe how many sex lives kids destroy. Please.”
Bailey’s breasts came into view. Ginger shot forward to cup them while Bailey wiggled out of her tights and skirt.
And Gabby looked on, wings out, naked and masturbating. Her light blue eyes seemed to get even brighter.
Bailey reached out to pull Jack into a kiss. Her sweet musky scent went into his nose and right to his brain. Her lips were soft and wet from her kiss with Ginger—he could smell the dancer’s perfume lingering as well.
Bailey broke the kiss, then turned him to face Ginger.
The redhead looked him in the eye brazenly. “Aren’t you a stud, hanging out with a demon and an angel. But do you still want me? I’m just human.”
“I do want you. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed her, right away, tasting her mouth and feeling her soft lips on his. Bailey was naked now, and her tail was out—so far just the normal spade-like tip. The demon wasn’t going to let Ginger stay dressed for long. Bailey pulled the overall straps off her shoulders and slid the overalls down. Ginger had on her tight blue gingham blouse, a tiny little G-string and her freckles, which covered her all the way down to her toes.
Jack wanted to kiss every single one of them. And because of the strange turn his life had taken, there was nothing stopping him from doing just that.
Chapter Twenty-Three
JACK KNELT IN THEIR little love nest behind the strip club and next to Plum Creek. Normally, the cottonwoods would be swaying in the breeze, but with time stopped, they were motionless.
He could still smell the murk of the stream, but stronger was the scent of the dancer in front of him. He leaned forward an
d 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 gagging a little, but she was able to adjust herself so he wasn’t hitting the back of her throat.
“Pull on them hard, Jack,” Gabby gasped. “I don’t know why, but I think I want you to really play hard with my horny nipples.”
Bailey chuckled. “Looks like our angel is a little devil.”
Jack grabbed both nipples, feeling how rubbery they were, how sexy and swollen, and he pulled lightly and pinched gently. Hard was a relative term.
Gabby gazed into his eyes. “I’m coming, Jack. I’m coming so good for you.” She leaned forward into his touch as the orgasm wracked her body.
Bailey breathed, sliding three fingers into her open hole. “Yeah, she’s coming. I can feel her angelic Ijjinaya, and it’s so fucking hot.”
Jack felt that as well, and he couldn’t help but orgasm. Ginger backed up right when he came, so the first string painted her cheek, but then she leaned forward and swallowed the rest of him. Jack felt the energy in the air, swirling around and adding to his pleasure. It was so hot, having this stranger sucking on him with such passion, while the other two women masturbated, adding their own orgasms to the mix.
Ginger giggled. “Well, Jack, I wanted to both suck you and fuck you.”
“You were too good,” Jack said, laughing a little. “But I think I know what will keep me hard.”
He moved down and knelt between Bailey’s legs in the cold mud. He was still hard enough to drive his cock deep into her body. Bailey clutched him, tits jiggling. Feeling her heat, hearing her cries of pleasure, it was enough to keep Jack’s cock stiff, especially as he started fucking her harder.
Ginger watched them with green eyes glittering. There was still cum on her cheek, and that made her look orgasmically sexy. That too kept him hard. As did Gabby, watching them while she stroked Ginger’s hair and petted Bailey.
The sex demon cried out every time he slammed into her body.
Ginger spun around so she knelt on the bench. She pulled Gabby in close. Jack watched the redhead staring into the angel’s face, her eyelids half lowered from her horniness.
Jack stopped thrusting into Bailey and watched in wonder at what happened next.
Gabby leaned forward, licking Jack’s cum off the redhead’s freckled cheek before kissing her so they could share the taste.
Jack backed out of the sex demon, who was full of Ijjinaya now, overflowing with sexual energy.
“Gabby is so nasty,” Bailey whispered in awe. “I love it. I never thought I’d see an angel eat cum.”
Gabby broke the kiss, a flush of embarrassment on her face. “It’s all part of the beauty and
wonder of men, Bailey.”
“Are you okay with this?” Jack asked. The angel was getting involved more, kissing, touching, and doing all sorts of things.
Gabby nodded but didn’t look him in the eye. “Yes, I want to help Ginger live out her fantasy. She’s such a good woman, and I think it’s time you gave Ginger some love.”
“I had the same thought,” Jack said. “Do you mind, Bailey?”
The demon laughed. “This was the plan. I am kinda sad that I couldn’t eat her pussy more while you waited to get another hard-on.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Ginger said. “You can lick me while Jack fucks me.”
Jack stood and got behind Ginger. Her asshole was as pink as her swollen pussy, which was shaved so he could easily see his shaft sink into the dancer.
“Oh, Gabby, he’s in me,” the redhead squeaked. “He’s so deep in my pussy.”
The angel kissed her quiet, with her wings back and her tits hanging off her pale chest. The redhead went for them, playing with the angel’s breasts. Gabby returned the favor. She reached out and cupped the dancer’s hanging boobs. Both of them were moaning as Jack eased back, then thrust forward, causing Ginger’s whole body to wiggle and ripple, those full hips, her big ass, and those giant titties.
Jack felt Bailey worm under him—he’d lost track of her because Ginger’s pussy hugged his cock so sweetly.
Bailey might’ve been licking Ginger, but she also licked his balls. He felt the air on his spit-covered ball sack. Then he was fucking Ginger, harder, harder, harder, while she and the angel shared a nasty kiss, which must’ve still tasted like his cum.
Jack thrust deep and let himself come. The blissful waves of his orgasm matched his spurting dick as he filled Ginger’s womb. He hoped the demon did have contraceptive magic. Otherwise, the dancer might be having another baby.