The girls put on a lingerie fashion show for Ian

Talia and I were lazily watching TV in her room, killing time for a few hours before the Valentine’s party she was throwing. Then, without warning, she suddenly got very anxious, nervously fidgeting with the random stuff on her nightstand. I asked her what was going on and she hurriedly blurted out, “I’ve gotta go downstairs for a second. Just stay here, okay?”

I crossed my heart and sat alone in that room for ten long minutes, wondering what the hell was going on. Unable to keep still, I got up and paced (a nervous habit of mine), only to glance out the window, where I noticed that Talia’s car wasn’t alone in her driveway. Four others were squeezed in behind it. Which meant that all five girls were downstairs…

Suddenly, some hilariously cheesy porno-style synth song started blasting from outside the room. The door swung open to reveal my Valentine’s Day present: a parade of goddesses.

Red-haired Amy entered first in an orange t-shirt about ten sizes too small for her. It clung to her skin like paint, those sizeable breasts tugging up the majority of the fabric to expose her sexy toned midriff. Below, she wore nothing but a white thong, which she showed off by sensuously twirling around, slowly rocking the globes of her firm, practically bare ass from side to side in front of my shocked face. Damn. She really was a talented dancer.

Behind her was Talia, dressed in a black lace corset and thigh-high fishnet stockings clipped to frilly black underwear. Her tits jutted out proudly from within semi-transparent lace cups, hinting at the darkness of her erect nipples. She raised her knee and placed one black stiletto heel on my thigh, holding my gaze with her incredible, hypnotic eyes. Then she scratched her nails across her fishnet stockings, the frippp sound dropping my mouth open with desire. Talia smirked at my reaction, unable to stay in character for even a second longer.

Stephanie strode inside the room, dressed in pink bikini bottoms and a matching pink tube top. The stretchy fabric clung enticingly to her huge, braless boobs, which were only half covered by the fabric. There couldn’t have been more than a millimeter between her exposed cleavage and the two perky nipples denting the fabric of her top. She shook her chest deliberately in time with the music, so I felt no shame in openly staring at those epic, jiggling tits.

Then, with a bit of timidity, Elizabeth followed her friends, utterly sidelining me with the amount of skin she had chosen to reveal for me. She was dressed as a Victoria’s Secret Angel–white wings flaring out behind her. The only clothes on her body were some frilly white panties and a matching white bra holding her enormous bosom on proud display.

Stunning as she was, the fact that shy Elizabeth trusted me enough to do this was almost more gratifying than the titillation of the whole fashion show. I held her eyes with mine, letting my smile tell her that I thought she was incredible.

I knew what was coming next, and I wasn’t disappointed: Corrine sashayed into the room, the big finale, dressed in a faux fur cave-girl bikini. The outfit was a joke, to be sure, but it nonetheless revealed more of Corrine’s unbelievable body than my eyes had ever seen before.

She stalked slowly towards me with her long, smooth legs. Her breasts were almost bare: mountains of soft flesh swelled outwards in all directions, and an impossible line of cleavage stared at me where the skimpy top squeezed those tits together.

She leaned over me, her boobs swinging back and forth from the movement. Corrine traced a finger down my chest, scratching a bit with her fingernail. She must’ve been able to feel my heart, beating away like a sparrow’s.

An evil smile crossed her face, and she kissed me–full on the lips. I was on fire, brain swimming with arousal. She backed away, holding my gaze like a snake charmer. Before I knew it, she was replaced with Amy, who also kissed me, her lips tasting of sweet fruit. Then came Talia, who slipped me a bit of tongue and left me with a wink. Stephanie actually straddled my lap and sat there with a smile, waiting for me to take the initiative. I did, enjoying the cotton candy lip gloss she had worn for the occasion. Emboldened, I reached down and gave her ass a playful squeeze–and she did the same to me.

Then, at last, came Elizabeth, looking flushed and nervous about her kiss. The other girls encouraged her, and she moved in close—but stopped at the last second, staring at me with those beautiful green eyes. Reassuring, I gently wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay if you don’t want to kiss me, you’ve already given me a wonderful Valentine’s Day.”

Somehow that made up her mind, and Elizabeth grabbed hold of my face and furiously started Frenching me. She was wild, her kisses impatient and inexperienced, but also incredibly passionate. Her enormous, bra-clad breasts squashed against my chest and she moaned into my mouth.

It was by far the hottest moment of the day. After all the visual stimulation of the last few minutes, the surprise of Elizabeth’s passionate kissing practically pushed me over the edge. Then, as suddenly as she had started, she stopped. Pleased with herself, she backed away from me, sighing, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ian.”