Ambushed!

"Buffy, you KNOW this man?"

"Yeah, but not nearly as well as I'd like. Mr. Hart, this is Daphne, and this is Finola."

"I'm Heather." "I'm Kelly."

Well, at least we're all properly introduced, Gunnar joked to himself. At least he could try to keep track of them: Buffy from the shop, the perky blonde upturned-nosed Daphne, the lanky athletic brunette Finola, the curly black-haired Heather of the large sparkling blue eyes, and the devastatingly pretty piece of blonde fluff who called herself Kelly. Gunnar felt an obligation to ID himself, yet somehow he sensed that if he were to say anything, their brains simply wouldn't acknowledge it. He gulped at how their eyes nearly bulged out of their skulls at the spectacle of his erection, in a group reaction that was comical, sexy as hell, and a little scary all at once.

They converged, their sighs of "Oooh ... !" and "Aaah ... !" uncannily matching the light hissing of the water. Buffy reached right out and grasped the throbbing glans. "Oh, so you WEREN'T kidding with me at the shop -- I didn't dare believe it!"

"I STILL don't believe it!" purred Finola, and she reached out and touched it too.

Gunnar held still as all five ultrabosomy nude babes squeezed in on him to touch his aching monstrosity of cock.

"Oooooh!" teased Heather, her eyes devilish. "He can't just walk out of here in this condition! Oh dear oh my -- however will he relieve it!?"