Stephanie
held her breath as the phone on the other end of the line seemed to ring
interminably. Her heart was beating way too fast, and her fingers felt
sweaty as they traced the newsprint, the newly located number leaving
trails of dark ink on her fingertips.
"Hello?"
Stephanie felt unable to
speak for a few seconds, the time stretching into an uncomfortable
silence, until the voice on the other end, irritated now, repeated
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi," she
responded, the noise coming out like a croak. I can't believe I'm
doing this. She cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, I'm wondering
about the party that was, uh, advertised in the paper."
It was a woman's voice on
the other end, crisp and succinct. The voice reminded her of an old
teacher, the one who despised tardy students and punished them with
words like a whip. "It's next Saturday. You'll need to fax an
application. Have you got a pen, I'm going to give you the number."
Stephanie scrambled
desperately for an old blunt pencil, and got the number down. "We
need to know your vital statistics, occupation, past sexual history, and
any preferences," the voice continued. "If you've been
approved, we'll call. You'll need to bring a few things - condoms,
underwear, towels... We'll call you."
"Uh, thanks,"
Stephanie said as the woman abruptly ended the conversation. She
gingerly put the phone down and wondered what she was doing. But the
hesitation didn't last long. Within 2 minutes, curiosity sent her to the
computer to type out her application.
Saturday night. The
anticipation had almost killed her, but now it was here. She rung the
doorbell, nervously adjusting her red suspenders beneath the large
overcoat she wore. The house was large, though similar to many others in
the leafy street. She guessed that it must have been at least 100 years
old, yet it was well maintained. These people were well to do. From
inside she could hear an occasional chitter of laughter over the
thumping music, all bass through the heavy walls.
The door opened, brass
knocker rapping with the motion, and a smiling, naked man greeted her.
For a moment she was shocked and didn't know what to do; then
determination kicked in and she showed him the invitation she'd
received, all gold embossed with gothic lettering. Apparently they'd
liked her application. It seemed that a long history of serial monogamy
was no barrier to a party like this.
The man looked at the
invitation and smiled again. "Welcome, kitten. Please, come in.
I'll take your coat." He eased the heavy overcoat from her
shoulders, his fingers lightly brushing her skin as it was revealed.
Underneath she wore a lacy scarlet bra, G-string and matching garter
belt. The lingerie highlighted her smooth curves and made her bronzed
skin glow, and she knew she looked good in it. Nonetheless, she found
herself blushing at the slow, appreciative look the man gave her.
"This way,
please," he said and led her into a large room sumptuously
decorated with velvet and dimly lit by candles. Her breathe caught at
the tableau before her - at least 30 people, most of them naked, were in
the room, and half of them were busy in the sunken, silken area at the
very centre. Arms, legs, torsos and heads intertwined in a mixed salad
of naked flesh as men and women pleasured each other with abandon. She
saw a tongue flash between a woman's legs, while another woman kissed a
pair of brown nipples, and next to them a tall, well muscled man pumped
his long penis between the soft folds of an anonymous lover.
Around the walls, other
partygoers sat, some watching the scene before them intently, others
chatting languorously with fellow guests. She saw an extremely good
looking young man idly stroking his erect cock, his eyes glued to a
particularly moist threesome at work on cushions only a few feet away.
She felt drawn to him, instantly aware of his gym-toned biceps and sandy
hair.
Her guide handed her a
glass of champagne. "Enjoy," he said with a wink, and
disappeared through a curtained opening into another room. Stephanie had
a brief glimpse of more candles, velvet and fucking before the drapes
fell shut again.
Uncertain as to what to
do, she found an empty seat and sipped her drink, already acutely aware
of the throbbing between her legs. The moist intensity increased as she
watched each small group, fucking with abandon on the soft "play
area". To her left, a red haired woman was licking her way down the
stomach of a petite blonde, her small tongue finding the other woman's
clitoris among a mass of light curls. She saw the other woman throw her
head back in ecstasy, then open her eyes and watch as a blue-eyed man
grabbed the redhead's hips and thrust into her from behind.
To Stephanie's right, a
tall thin woman jiggled astride a heavy set man, her breasts bouncing as
she moved quickly up and down. Another woman, grinning, stood astride
the man's face, and lowered herself slowly onto his eager lips, his
tongue reaching up to meet her labia like a friendly lizard.
Her view was abruptly
blocked by a large penis, and she looked up into the face of the
handsome young man she'd seen before. She stood to meet him.
"Hi, I'm-" she
began, but then his mouth was covering hers, and she was enveloped in
soft, exquisite kisses, his lips tasting of champagne and strawberries.
After a moment's trepidation, she remembered that this was exactly what
she came for, and succumbed to his hot mouth and tongue as it probed
across her lips.
She awkwardly put her
drink down as his hands began to acquaint themselves with her. His warm
fingers ran across her flesh, leaving an electric trail of excitement.
He expertly removed her bra with a flourish, and took a moment to admire
her breasts before bending his head to taste her nipple. His mouth was
wet and hot, and she felt the tip of her breast harden in response. He
lifted his head and kissed her again, harder this time, and more
urgently. She kissed him back with a newfound hunger.
His fingers met her
soaking wet G string and pulled it aside to reach her hot cunt, now
aching for his touch. He ran two fingers around every fold, enjoying the
wet silk feeling of her. She in turn reached for his rock hard cock,
running her fingers along the length, thumbing the round head with its
tiny eye, and reaching under to cup his heavy balls. She moaned as his
index finger found her clit and began to gently tease it, occasionally
returning to the entrance of her vagina to circle the edge before
returning to her hot button.
He dropped to his knees,
his tongue replacing his fingers, and her knees went absolutely weak at
the pleasure of it. She opened her eyes and looked around again. Now a
man kissed another man while two women sucked their cocks like
determined pistons. Across the room a lone woman stared straight at her,
watching Stephanie while her fingers quickly worked between her splayed
legs, a vibrator buzzing happily in her cunt as she massaged her clit.
Stephanie watched the woman convulse in orgasm, and felt her lover's
tongue swirl around her clit and dip into her widening hole.
"Fuck me," she
said, and felt a moment's irritation as he turned to put on a condom. He
was an expert, however, and was ready in seconds. She went down on her
knees, still watching the room, and he spread her apart, admiring her
pink folds, before gently trailing the tip of his cock around her cunt.
She begged him to fuck her, and he plunged his hot cock deep into her,
filling her crevice with waves of pleasure. She felt stretched as he
moved in and out, her hot labia moving back and forth, her clit huge and
throbbing with each motion, and she reached under to fondle herself as
she was fucked.
He withdrew and moved to
lie on a layer of silk cushions, beckoning her over. She smiled and
happily straddled his cock, hovering above him before lowering herself
onto his stiff member. Now she moved faster, her finger rapidly rubbing
her clit as she felt the pressure building. She looked across the room
again and saw with a shock that everyone was watching her, but suddenly
it was too late, and her orgasm collapsed on top of her, an explosion of
sensation spreading from her cunt into her belly, and out to her hands
and feet in slow, tingling waves. She felt her vagina clenching her
lover's cock, and in seconds he responded, groaning as he came, his face
a portrait of absolute pleasure.
For a few moments, she
was aware only of her body, and of the look on his face. Then she roused
herself and looked up. The partygoers were still watching her, but now
they burst into smiling applause.
Embarrassed, she could
only grin stupidly, naked astride a complete stranger while a room full
of swingers applauded her. And then, abruptly, they went back to their
fucking as if a newcomer hadn't just popped her cherry before them, and
she was left with her newfound friend.
"They like
you," he said with a smile.
"Oh," Stephanie
said, still straddling him and not sure what to say. "I'm
glad." She felt the beginnings of an uncomfortable silence
beginning, and tried to think of some conversation. "So, you come
here often?"
His smile grew broader.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." He laughed, and it was a
clean, cheerful laugh that she instantly liked. "OK, time for you
to get off, then we can have a drink together. My name's Peter, by the
way."
She couldn't help it; she
blushed like a teenager. "I'm Stephanie."
This was definitely going
to be a great party.
by Kayel © 2001
This erotic story also
appears on For The Girls Ezine and
Erotica for Women, along with an entire archive of Kayel's erotic
fiction.
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She
moaned as his fingers walked across her stomach and wriggled
their way past her belt and into her panties, brushing against
her crinkly hair and inching with a determined pressure towards
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your pussy. I'm going to lick it until you can't stand it, then
I'm going to put my tongue inside you and wriggle it and then
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