Sage gone foolish

Gunnar wondered at himself. Dr. Hammer, Miss Hooker, arousal by four dancers in a row, the incredible Sunshine -- and after all that, his cock was springing right back to fresh new life under Sage's liberation.

He enjoyed himself as Sage desperately jammed herself onto his full thick length, though he was distracted to notice something. He wondered, Where had the chaperone gone? For there was a lovely platinum blonde girl standing right there in the swept-back curtain's threshold, smirking with wide amazed eyes at Sage's pussy impaling itself upon Gunnar's overlarge shaft. Then she vansihed somewhere.

"Oh," Sage moaned softly, "I'm glad I grabbed your cock, you're the fucking JACKPOT -- UHHH!" She galloped her way through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm -- which was obligingly efficient of her, since three songs' worth of time wasn't much. He had to confess, her crazed savage wanton desire for him was a considerable turn-on, and he found himself pulsing into her.

After they quickly adjusted their respective clothing -- Sage having it easier, barely wearing anything -- she led Gunnar by the hand back out to the main area.

"I hope to 'dance' with you a lot!" Sage purred, then left him.

Feeling awfully winded, even in his huge strong new body, Gunnar sat awhile at the bar. He accepted another drink from the flirtatious busty Brandy.

"Hi! I'm Lightnyn -- I'm a friend of Sunshine!"

That sounded meteorologically unlikely to him. Intrigued, he turned to the voice -- and saw the blonde spy from just a few minutes before. He also paused to notice how huge-bosomed she was.

"I'd LOVE to 'dance' for you! Please!?"

Gunnar sighed. Poor dear sweet Lightnyn was positively squirming and oozing with blatantly obvious cock mania, panting madly and damn near salivating at the prospect of a fast hard fuck.

"I'll make a note," he said as warmly as possible. "Definitely, someday soon, for sure. Excuse me please."

He gulped down his drink and made a hasty exit from the club called Tigress.