by Lulu Cherry
And in my mind, suddenly, I couldn't distinguish between her tongue sloshing across mine, and her fingertips sliding around my anus. The pleasure cascaded into a mixed whole.
I was hers totally. She could have done anything she wanted to me. She could have stabbed me through the heart, and I'd have been grateful.
And then it happened. She did stab me!
Her long index finger, swoop, went right into my hole. A moaned immediately escaped my mouth and went into hers.
I nearly fell, and would have, if she hadn't caught me with her free arm. Then she held me there as if I were a rag doll, while her long index moved in and out of my anus.
She was finger fucking me in my ass.
All around me were people, feeling and fucking and grabbing and sucking. So many bodies all lost in lust. All falling into the other. And all out in the open. All of us exposed.
And I didn't even care. I didn't care a bit anymore. I cared only about one thing. The redhead's long index finger, slowly going deep inside me, pulling out, and then going back in.
Even her thick lips upon mine, her tongue still tasting me, all faded into the background.
Everything became focused on the single sensation of her finger sliding, in and out, in and out, ever so leisurely, ever so slowly.
She was killing me. She was destroying me. She was utterly pulverizing me. How had she learned how to do this?
I didn't care. I just wanted more of it. More. More. More.
I didn't even know if I still breathed. I didn't even know if I was still alive. Maybe I wasn't. Maybe I had died and gone to heaven.
Yes, heaven, I was in heaven in a way I'd never been.
When her lips for just a moment parted from me, I muttered, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Tears even fell from my eyes.
The redhead simply smiled cooly just before her thick lips once again brushed across mine, her tongue soon following, and seeping back into my mouth.
And still, her finger moved.
In and out, in and out. She knew just how to twist it as it entered and left. She knew just what places to touch and just how much.
A tension began to build in me as it had never built before. Such a marvelous, marvelous tension. Oh, she was winding me tight, tighter than I'd ever been.
And I knew the snap would come and it would be sweeter than anything I'd ever yet felt.
Soon, soon, I could feel it coming, coming.
Her finger went into me yet again. It went so deep, so very deep into my hole. And she shook it. She vibrated it. Oh, the way it vibrated. Such wild, marvelous vibrations!
That did it for me.
It happened. Oh, the way it happened. A violent explosion of pleasure inside me. Such exquisite pleasure.
I remember how my eyes fluttered. I remember watching the man that fucked the blonde in the ass.
All at once, he pulled out. He suddenly started to jerk off his cock. Immediately cum flew. Into the air it went. Across the blonde's ass, across her back.
Some even landed on the redhead's breasts!
But I only watched it as a person drugged might have watched it. My whole body was bursting at the seams with an explosion of such intense pleasure, that it left me utterly washed out.
The redhead continued to kiss me.
Her hand slowly withdrew. Then her lips lifted while she inspected me. She noticed a bit of the man's cum, that had landed on her breasts.
She touched it, just a little, then touched her finger to my lips. I licked the spot. It tasted salty.
"You're cute," she said. "I like you."
"I love you," I said.
"We'll have to give you a nickname."
"A nickname?" I sighed.
"We'll call you Tulip," she said.
"Tulip?"
Suddenly she stood up, pulling herself from the disappointed blonde. She picked her dress up from the floor, a massive gold fluttery thing.
With ease, she slipped it over and onto her, the way one might slip on a T-shirt.
"Come on, Tulip, I think we'd better introduce you to the Baron," she said. "He's sure to want to meet you. You're quite exquisite. And if my touch was not incorrect, I think you're a virgin."
At that, she took my hand and began to lead me away from the massive orgy.
Of course, I followed her.
Chapter 16
As the redhead pulled me out of the room, I looked one more time around it. Already it had shifted and changed since I had entered.
New blood had come in and left. People had perhaps orgasmed once or twice, then casually moved on. But there was a constant flow of new bodies full of lust entering the fray.
So that the mass of moving bodies in the room was constant and yet shifting. Always the same, and yet always different.
For just a couple of seconds, I closed my eyes, and above the din of the distant music playing from another room, I could hear the hum of sex in the room. Sloshes and kisses, fanny slaps and cock thrusts—suction sounds.
And, of course, there was moaning and squealing and so many sweet sighs. And I sighed, too, as the redhead finally pulled me from the room.
I floated as much as walked. Already I could feel my level of lust on the rise again. How would I even wait for the man in the shadows to make his appearance?
I so wanted a man's cock inside me.
When would this shadow man come to me? Was I to seek him out? How would I find him? How big was this house? This party? What was happening here?
Oh, shit, what was happening to me?
I thought of the redhead's finger up my ass. The way she had touched me.
I loved her! I did.
But what I needed most now was a cock. A big cock, bursting my cherry and making me a woman.
I needed the man in the shadows right now.
The redhead whisked me into the entryway of the house, where I'd first entered. I glanced at the stairway. The couple that had been having sex there were gone.
In their place was a threesome. A masked woman straddled the railing with her legs spread wide. A masked man was under her, licking her pussy. This, while yet another masked woman rode that man's cock!
Oh, don't fall, I thought, as between my legs I began to feel so moist.
As the redhead yanked me through the room, I glanced next at the two bare-chested doormen with their bow ties. They stood stoically at attention, their eyes revealing nothing.
Finally, we fled to the doorway across from the one we had just left. We entered the room where all the music had been coming from. To my surprise, it was a massive ballroom.
At the very center of the room, there was a raised circular dais. On the dais, a wild act of sex took place that attracted my attention instantly.
A naked bodybuilder with glossy skin held a petite woman aloft in the air. He held her by the waist, his long, thick fingers stretching under her bubble ass.
With the girl spreading her legs, spread-eagle in the air, he pulled her in and slammed her pussy down on to his cock. He ground into her.
Then, he pulled her up, lifted her aloft again, and then once more, he pulled her down and slammed his cock deep into her cunt.
It was a circus fuck! A fucking freak show fuck. Only it was beautiful.
Oh, the face of the tiny woman as this big bodybuilder fucked her like a love doll, hammering at her again and again!
Her eyes dripped upward in a deep, sweet ecstasy.
I sighed, full of envy.
Looking downward, I saw that all around the dais stood masked musicians. There must have been an entire ensemble.
Some of the instruments they played were familiar. I saw a harp, a saxophone, and a guitar. But there were other instruments I had never even seen before.
The music they played sounded mostly baroque. Yet it had a modern tempo, and there was an element of jazz to it, a deep, bluesy sensual beat.
The musicians wore colorful patent leather costumes. Their bodies could hav
e been poured into those costumes, so sleek they were.
And each of them, both male and female, had lithe, sexually attractive bodies. I'd have been happy to have fucked any one of them!
I was coming apart. I so wanted to fuck someone, male or female. Oh, but especially male. I wanted a cock!
All around the musicians, there danced the masked guests of the party.
Those dancing mostly formed themselves into couples. But there were threesomes and foursomes as well, all dancing together to the deeply sensual music.
Men danced with women. Women danced with men. But men also danced with other men, and women also danced with other women.
As far as the threesomes and foursomes, there was every combination and permutation one could imagine.
There was no general pattern among the dancers, and people danced in a variety of ways. But many clung to their partner's in a suggestive and lascivious manner.
Hand's roamed, and apparently, no one thought twice of engaging in debauchery, so long as they didn't get in the way of other's dancing. Some people weren't even fully clothed.
Oh, and the clothing!
There was a host of delectable styles. But most often I saw clothes that resembled something reclaimed from a lost and forgotten French royal court.
Men wore puffy shirts with embroidered satin waistcoats of brilliant colors. There was electric indigo, sea green, mystic red, and many other marvelous colors.
Women graced themselves with gorgeous low cut gowns, many of them with slim hoop skirts. Here, too, the colors were extraordinary, ultramarine, goldenrod, deep pink, and so much more.
The redhead had said she was taking me to see the Baron. But as soon as she had entered the room, the excitement of the dance and the music overtook her.
She stopped cold. Pulled me closer to her and looked into my eyes.
"The Baron can wait a minute, come, let us dance," she said.
At that, she took one of my hands and raised it. She put her other on my ass, just below my waist. Then she pulled me in close.
Her breasts pressed up against mine as she began to whisk me around the room. I was so clumsy!
I barely knew what the proper moves were. But it didn't matter. The redhead didn't seem to mind at all. She relished my clumsiness as if it were an attractive naiveté.
"Oh, Tulip, you're so pure," she gasped into my ear.
"Do you have a nickname, as well?" I asked her.
"Of course," she said.
"What is it?"
"But can't you guess it?" She teased me.
I looked at the deep redness of her hair.
In a burst of inspiration, I said, "Cherry."
She pulled away from me just long enough to give me a look of naughtiness, then she pulled me in close again.
"It's for my hair," she said. "The Baron gave me the nickname, himself."
"Who is this Baron?" I asked.
She eyed me mischievously.
"You're like a child," she said. "How did you even get in here?"
She pulled me in closer yet. I could tell she absolutely adored me. And I adored her. If only she'd had a cock.
I closed my eyes, let my body fall even deeper into her as she led me across the dance floor. Everything felt so perfect.
Then, suddenly, I felt Cherry stop.
I opened my eyes, looked up, and she was smiling at me. But she was slipping away as another man stepped in.
"It appears I'm not to hog you for the whole evening," she said.
My hand was grabbed. Around my waist slipped an arm. Then suddenly I was being swept away from Cherry across the dance floor.
An elder man now held me. He was tall and thick with muscle. Yet, despite his size, he had an incredible amount of grace. He was so light on his feet!
I lay my head on his chest. I breathed in deeply with my nose, taking in his scent. It was strong and manly. At last, a cock!
Did I even really want to wait for the man in the shadows? I didn't even think I could!
"Are you the Baron?" I asked.
His hand slipped down to my ass. He squeezed hard.
"No little one, I am the Marquis," he said.
Chapter 17
"I'm nineteen," I said. "That's hardly a little one."
He chuckled.
"Depends on your perspective," he taunted me. "You're small, innocent, and sweet. I don't think you belong here. Not among us degenerates."
Who was this man? Why did he think he could say this to me? He sounded like my own dad.
For a brief moment, I thought of Daddy. He was simply off on another one of his boring business trips. But I was here among the degenerates.
What would Daddy think if he knew I was at this place? I knew he would never understand.
"You're not my father," I said. "So don't be boring and sound like him."
On impulse, I pushed myself closer to the Marquis. I leaned my body right into his crotch and slid lasciviously against it.
There was such a bulge there. He obviously had a large cock. But was I having any effect on him at all? And why did I even care?
"Oh, you're aggressive," he said. "I like that. I admit it. You are not bad for a neophyte. But you would have to try much harder to get me excited. I tend not to go for baby girls."
"Getting old?" I said.
"Hardly," he said. "I just tend to prefer something you can't be expected to have."
Fuck, I thought. Who was this prick? I decided I hated him.
But he was sexy. He was so much like my dad. Sweet Daddy.
Suddenly I wanted to prove myself to this man, this Marquis. I wanted him mad for me, mad for my tongue, mad for my body, mad for what I could do to him.
I wanted to set him on fire! It was crazy, but there it was.
I was going to get him off if it was the last thing I did. And who would possibly care if I did so in a place as insane as this one was?
There was little reason for me not to go for it!
I put both my arms around his neck. I clung to him. I let my body drape over him. I let my young, full breasts lay flat against his chest.
I pressed my body into that bulge in his crotch and slowly swayed against it.
I whispered up to him, "you know why I'm at this party?"
"Do tell?" He said.
