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The coarse grains of the exposed brickwork pressed into my soft outstretched hands. A bolt of electricity crackled through me and weakened the strength of my knees. It pulsed so strongly, it focussed my febrile state into my tight loins. This continual ache of intense need had reduced me to a trembling groaning wreck. Carried on the warm air, I inhaled the exotic scent of essential oils, flowery and woody.
The slow moving traffic of voyeurs and participants cast a faint zephyr breeze over my naked frame. Easily the youngest in the room and overwhelmed by excitement, I felt such intense butterflies. I attracted admiring looks and smiles from many of the women of similar age, a little older and more mature. All of them at the pinnacle of their sexuality, evocatively attired or naked, I wanted them all. I felt their eyes on me and my arousal took me with a savagery I had never felt before.
What started as a dare was now made flesh, a very public ordeal watched by strangers. The cut out slits of the mask obscured my vision. Initially, I found the irony amusing. Wherever I cast my gaze, bold naked bodies came into view yet their faces were covered. I went along with it and took what I was given. Now, it cut me off from the visual spectacle of what they were doing to me. I cast mine aside and looked down to bear witness.
Brigitte had me captured with a slow languid draft of her velvet mouth. Its soft heat taunted me and her hand occasionally squeezed my hard length to keep me in check. The soft stab behind me from Nicholette teased the tight muscle of my arse with the tip of her tongue. This was their dare and casually I accepted it, now I found myself driven half-mad with lecherous desire. This was a lewd spectacle on how to fully arouse a man, part conventional and part taboo. It was a challenge I was happy to lose and remorselessly they pushed me to see how much I could bear.
Lost in the passage of time, my mind felt light and my body felt heavy with lust. Occasionally, the sensations overloaded my muscles and forced me to shudder. My breathing reduced to a gruff rasp forcefully punctured the heady atmosphere.
A caress on my chest captured my attention, a pair of eyes sparkled at me. Full and inviting, her painted carmine lips creased into a licentious smile. I admired her boldness of being seen without a mask. The dark lustre of her jet black razor sharp bob framed her elegant features. Slim and tall, her perky breasts were capped by two pierced nipples. The flare of her hips led to her smooth pubic bone. Cupping it with her hand, I watched as her middle digit disappeared inside. A warm exhale of air against my fevered body as the prelude to a soft kiss on my neck.
Naked with the exception of a fine lace suspender belt and stockings, she explored my body. As her smile widened, the faintest of crowfeet creased in the corners of her eyes. I knew she had the experience to understand my predicament.
Pressing her lips against me, she revived me enough to kiss her back. I was fair game and she took advantage. The travel of her caress sampled each tense muscle and I had no choice but defer. I yearned to reciprocate and lay my hands on the deep full curves of her breasts. Frustrated, my arms wholly supported my posture, I could do nothing except writhe and moan.
Here they had me, a participant of our mutual pleasure, Nicholette was not joking when she said it would be my education. They demanded a vessel to please them and my reward would be a memory to treasure for all eternity. Their only request of me was to hold back and not yield. They had yet to challenge me that way, this was a journey along a plateau I never knew existed. I was not alone, this was how the grown-ups did it and now I was becoming one of them.
My carefree mind drifted in and out of the here and now, they were in no hurry for me to reach my destination.
====- 2 -====
Nicholette led by the hand downstairs in search of Brigitte, it started so innocuously. A behemoth of a man guarded the large oak panelled door. That door held back the source of my trepidation and excitement. This room was invitation only, a place where Club Bisou had its most exotic party of all. Eroticism brought to life, voyeurs and exhibitionists together in a carnival of carnality.
The heavy ironwork yielded easily and Nicholette pushed me gently by the small of my back. I didn’t feel a sense of reluctance, more a state of awe. Cavernous in size, its high gabled arches made of yellow sandstone fused with the curved ceiling of ancient white washed brickwork. There were people milling around, dressed, partially dressed and naked. The party had started, a brave few unable to contain themselves indulged each other.
This was a world away from fucking in a lay-by and how impossible my fantasies felt then. Their visceral strength goaded me into many furtive acts of self-pleasure as my mind played through every tawdry scenario. In the post-orgasmic come down, there was always a sense of despondency on how remote they felt. Now reality loomed large before my eyes and I embraced it fully with my whole being. I remember I felt no nerves just a deep sense of belonging.
Nicholette giggled as I stood frozen to the spot, I needed another tender push to snap me out of it.
“This is our special party tonight, I hope you want to take part?”
I nodded vacantly, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Bon. Come. I see Brigitte.”
We found Brigitte sat on a sumptuous leather couch attired in her black wraparound dress. Attracting admiring glances, her earlier display before them had given them all a taste of her wares.
With a glass of liqueur she sat back, her legs apart with the fabric of her dress spilled between them. The heft of her bosom revealed between the V-shaped opening of her gown. It was an evocative pose as we caught her eye. Her dimpled cheeks raised into a happy smile before returning to the view before her.
Watching the coitus of strangers, Brigitte was quiet and entranced. Their display was relaxed and unhurried, her body moved slowly and met the soft patient thrusts of her lover from behind.
In an opulently appointed basement of draped crimson velvets and dark ochre walls, it provided a rich canvas for the sexual act. Exposed brickwork and natural oaks mixed with plush mahogany leather chairs and couches. Tall burnished brass lamps provided moody atmospheric lighting. Light to illuminate adventurous bodies or shadows to hide in for discretion. To share each other or to share no-one, to either watch or take part – this was a very adult playground. Soft seductive music could barely be heard over the sighs and gasps, or the bubbling chatter and words of veneration.
Nicholette, Brigitte and I chose light.
"Did you like my performance Jack?" asked Brigitte seductively.
"Not bad."
Brigitte pouted playfully; I laughed at her reaction, "You were amazing."
"Do you think I aroused a lot of people? You know how much I love that thought."
"I imagine a lot of men and woman are here right now and want to fuck you."
"Mmm, Jack, I want their women to fuck you too."
With a smile, she looked to Nicholette and then back to me. I could tell Brigitte was aroused, her cheeks were pink and her eyes dilated and bright.
"Did Nicholette take good care of you?"
I reciprocated, "Very good care of me."
Brigitte purred, "I could tell, did you fill her mouth up with cum? I hope you did."
I actually blushed a little, "Erm, yeah, the stripper I was watching was very very sexy. I really want to fuck her tonight."
Brigitte bared her porcelain white teeth in a wide smile.
"And Nicholette sucks cock good too?"
"Oh yes."
“You look more relaxed here now. I was a little worried on the way here. You like it here?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I'm more than good, I like it a lot.”
Reaching out with her arm, she pulled me in for a kiss. She lingered and sucked on my lips, I felt a swell of pride as people were bound to see. The stripper had a boyfriend and I was the lucky soul that got to have her.
“Good, I knew you would. Enjoy yourself ma cheri, let yourself go and follow our lead. We will show you what to do.”
Their idea of encouragement was their combined attention to undress me. Each piece of exposed skin a magnet for a soft kiss and caress. Slowly peeling off their clothes, we needed no further words. Captivated by our surroundings, Brigitte and Nicholette exchanged a look at each other and their mouth creased into a reciprocated wry smile.
“Watch Jack, watch how women do it,” purred Brigitte.
Reality and my imagination fused together in that moment, she knew I had never seen this. My hands were actually shaking as I held my drink. Such was my state of arousal, I found it hard to focus.
I sat beside them; their hands caressed and lingered to tease and provoke each other. Their sultry eyes gazed into each other’s and to their pouting full lips. They moved slowly, presenting a body part to kiss and caress. Unspoken words seem to guide them into a soft embrace. Tenderly, they caressed each other for my appreciation and for many others.
My smouldering loins coursed fresh blood into my fully engorged shaft. I yearned for their touch, yet I played the happy spectator. Brigitte and Nicolette shared each other’s bodies in an escalating act of Sapphic need. Kissing, there was so much kissing and exploration. I watched as their elegant hands explored, barely leaving an impression on the flesh they tenderly squeezed. It was unhurried and not masculine. A mutual act of gentle affection amalgamated with powerful erotic lust.
Brigitte’s sultry eyes half-open and smouldering conveyed more than any words could describe. The notion that her body was so immolated with lust churned my own burning desire.
Nicholette took the lead as Brigitte demurred, each soft kiss made a slow pilgrimage from the heft of her breasts to the smooth flare of her Mons. Describing it as sensual did not do it justice. Tantalising her, Brigitte tried to steer Nicholette’s mouth to her sex. Her need displayed to all in an act of frustration and want. Feeling the rising heat inside me combust, Brigitte squeezed me to feel it. Nicholette did too, a silent acknowledgment of my involvement in this spectacular ordeal.
Spilting the cleft of her sex with her tongue, Brigitte trembled with a litany of moans. Slowly licking up and down, Nicholette provoked every moan and gentle flex of Brigitte’s body. A lewd smile and invading fingers made Brigitte bite her lip and cry out loud. Its intoxication brought more hands to join in. Mine and many others caressed and squeezed at Brigitte’s flesh. Another woman sat alongside her and together, we kissed her body and pillow lips. We taunted her erect nipples as we explored her all.
Slowly and with a precision that wasted no effort, Brigitte began to respond with a gentle rhythm. The soft undulation of her hips moved in time to Nicholette’s assured touch. Casting her spell over Brigitte’s body, she took her on a one-way journey to gratification. Her tongue took the scenic route to escalate Brigitte’s passion and then kept her there to let it build. Her body rose and fell with increasing vigour until the moment that only Nicholette decided. A small crowd surrounded us now, spectators to watch the stripper climax before them.
Reaching the pinnacle of desire, the frantic grinding from Brigitte’s hips onto Nicholette’s face mixed with sobs of air. Our hands and mouths, taunting and teasing her body worked to take her over the edge.
When Nicolette pounced, Brigitte squeezed my hand as she climaxed. Crunching from her stomach, she flailed so delicately as Nicholette looked up to witness it all. It coursed through her as a long jagged seizure of intense release. Still writhing and gasping as Nicholette rose to kiss her open mouth, Brigitte devoured it all. Fingers slowly worked out every last delicious sensation from her sex.
Not to be outdone, Brigitte’s generosity insisted that she returned the compliment. They chose a prone position with Nicholette on top, Brigitte underneath. The small crowd already witness to Brigitte’s smouldering climax lent their encouragement. Hands explored and tender fingers probed. It proved to be an inspirational spectacle for their own needs. Women had their men by hand or mouth as they watched. Another couple took a seat opposite, she held him firmly and backed onto him. Taking him in reverse, they fucked slowly before us and watched our every move.
Nicholette took me in hand to fill her sex. The promised fuck began amidst the lust of total strangers. I took my lead from those around us, this was an act not to be rushed. Rubbing the blunt tip of my cock up and down her slit, the elegant grip of a woman’s hand wrapped around it. The matrimonial rings of her index finger caught the light as she found Nicholette’s wet hole.
Incredulously, I looked at her as our eyes met. Her black and silver mask hid her face, yet her vivid green eyes sparkled with encouragement. Her soft lips pressed upon mine at the moment of penetration. Splitting split the swell of Nicholette’s sex slowly and delicately filled her inch by inch. The sinewy strength of her sex provided a delicious friction around my hard length. As a wanton exhibition of youthful bodies engaged in the most intimate act, our gasps and moans joining the seething cries of unrushed ecstasy.
Brigitte’s mouth slowly brought her off; Nicholette’s tight body grasped me hard as she breathlessly pushed out a soft cry. Fighting against it, she returned to take Brigitte too. Nestling her head between Brigitte’s open legs, it was a battle to give pleasure. She fought valiantly and her hips bucked in tight spasms against my athletic body as I pushed back onto her. It was a fight that Nicholette would not win as Brigitte showed no mercy. Pressed fully inside her, it provided the muscular resistance to seize another hasty taken orgasm.
Brigitte and I had her now and we were in no mind to stop, my firm grip held tightly. Each gentle fluid thrust would not skew Brigitte’s mouth from its prize. The long groans of the leather couch added to the frisson of this delicious act. The three of us knew our place, occasionally Brigitte found the smooth tight skin of my balls to encourage me. She found the button that unlocked Nicholette’s release too. Patiently yet relentlessly, we teased out ever more powerful orgasms from her body.
Hedonistic torture was never despatched so elegantly, I thrust back to her as she threw her head back with a groan. Languid, unhurried, it was everything I imagined. It grated against my youthful instinct to fuck and unburden the terrible heat in my loins. This was the secret pleasure of being here, to tease and give such slow increments of escalating pleasure. Addictive in its quality, I craved so much more.
Brigitte finally relented and we released the grip of her body. Flushed and smiling, I leant forward to take a kiss from Nicholette and shared the sweet musk of Brigitte’s juices.
Brigitte’s turn came next, we took her in the same way. Face down on top of Nicholette, there was familiarity now rather than novelty. Taking the persona of the stripper from her, we rescued Club Bizou’s public property for one night only and made her ours again. The tight pucker of her arse still held that jewelled plug firmly in place. Her words to me ringing through my delirious mind that I would have her there too.
I remember the broiling heat of her sex, it stole my breath. Running my fingers down the curve of her spine, I held her by the tight cinch of her waist. Each thrust mashed softly against the cushion of her behind. The sinewy strength of her sex amplified by the swell of the toy in her arse. Brigitte’s gasps and moans grew louder, her body writhed slowly as Nicholette’s hands clasped her thighs. Holding her captive, we had her as our wilful prisoner.
The couple fucking before us could spectate on longer. She extracted his tumescent length from her and led him by it towards us. His thick shaft in her hand, she held it to Brigitte’s mouth. Turning to look at me, her flushed features softened by our attention but her expression was expectant. I nodded, a simple gesture and easily understood. Bucking into Brigitte with a hard thrust, I pushed the man’s cock deep into her mouth.
Her words in that cornfield came to mind, that admission that she wanted to be shared were now real. I bucked a little harder and pushed her onto him to enforce my consent. Alongside me, his wife ran her hands over my straining shoulders and chest. It was subtle, perhaps soulful as her soft lips locked against mine. The silken heat of her tongue dancing over my own.
Her attention to his cock in her mouth never wavered. With stifled moans and the rushed white noise of air through her nostrils, the three of us took her to the brink. The torpid fluidity of our bodies extracted each climax with increasing ease. Trapped against us, Brigitte bucked and moaned as we took her from one climax to another.
We showed no mercy as the crowd watched, Brigitte’s body became livid and fevered, it took all our strength to keep her in place. .
Flailing, she writhed as if electrocuted. It’s violence trapped me tightly, I had to slow right now. The sudden wet heat as her sex locked hard against my length made me groan deeply. With a wail, Brigitte’s mouth found air.
His wife on her knees took him and he groaned. Skilfully with the subtlest twist of her wrist, she released his climax from him. Without breaking contact, she drained his essence with consummate ease. Looking into his eyes in an act of obedience, she swallowed it all.
Flushed and sheened with a gloss of sweat from our endeavour, Brigitte’s shaking hands pressed against our flesh to signal our surrender.
“La petite mort,” giggled Brigitte fanning her face with her hand.
Slumped onto the couch, we collected our breath. Nicholette slotted against Brigitte, joined together like pieces of a jigsaw, the reciprocation of their curves fitted perfectly. .
Looking at Brigitte’s glowing countenance, soft and heated by pink cheeks, I kissed her. She looked so contented and satisfied that a swell of happiness overwhelmed me. Squeezing her hand, I got her attention. From her expectant eyes, I could tell she wanted me to say something. I had kept my counsel for too long, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Tenderly holding her chin, I gently kissed her lips and placed my mouth to her ear.
Spoken with the softest whisper I could summon, “I love you Brigitte.”
I eased back, my body pounded with adrenaline to wait for her response. Everything hinged on the next few seconds and those seconds felt like an eternity.
The portents looked good, she smiled and leant it closer.
“Good, because I love you too.”
That was the moment I would never forget. It seared into my mind right down to the lone spool of blonde hair hanging seductively over her face.
The heat of our embrace against the soothing balm of cool air relaxed our fevered bodies. There was laughter, easy to yield, it did not jar our muscles. High on endorphins, invigorated by the daring of our adventure, we reclined and watched others partake.
That was the situation that led to their dare. Happy and carefree, I did not think when I accepted it.
====- 3 -====
The woman with the carmine lips had taken to her knees. Unable to keep my head up, it lolled down to see her whisper something in Brigitte’s ear. With a wicked smile, whatever was said, Brigitte consented to it. Looking to me, my intense eyes met hers of deepest azure. Brigitte held me in her hand and watched my reaction. I had to groan as she took it deep, her lipstick left a tidemark halfway at the base my length. Switching my gaze to Brigitte, she smiled and rose up before me.
“How are you Jack?”
A soft kiss followed, her gentle hand clasped my chest. Between her index finger and thumb, she plucked at my nipple.
“She wants to fuck you.”
Written on my face, it told a story of deep longing. Caressing my cheek, she fed a finger into my mouth. Longingly, I sucked on it and my head swam as I moaned.
“We’re going to the orgy in the adjoining room.”
“R..r..really?”
“Yes, I want us to be shared. Do you want that? Do you want to see me filled with another man’s hard cock?”
My head snapped up as I felt that massive tension rear up inside me. Subsumed by the wet silken heat of a stranger’s mouth; Brigitte’s words piled into me. Their potency exposed the primeval need to fuck with every fibre of my body.
“Oh god, oh god.”
“You are going to fuck her and then me.”
“Uh….. uh huh.”
“Dans la cul… Jack… dans la cul.”
“La… la cul?”
“In the arse, Jack. Fuck me in the arse.”
My reaction was immediate, I bucked hard and shuddered.
“I want you in there with another hard cock in my wet pussy. I’m on fire now, I need to be fucked like a whore to put it out. ”
My mind had given out, I croaked and then groaned heavily. With my hard cock taken deep by a stranger’s mouth, I shuddered and fought hard to restrain myself. I held back by the last scraps of my self-control as I looked at Brigitte helplessly.
“And I want another cock in my mouth too as you fuck me. I want all my holes filled. Then I am going to finish all of you onto my face and breasts.”
“Brig… oh fuck!”
Pressing a solitary finger to my mouth, Brigitte silenced me. My cock was at its zenith, I was mere seconds from exploding hard. My arms and legs were trembling now, I was almost at my journey’s end.
Brigitte reached down to attract the attention of the woman with the carmine lips. Her delicious attention to my cock stopped and she eased it from her mouth. Placing it against her soft cheek, she looked straight into my eyes. Delicate thin fingers grasped my chunky length, she softly stroked it and smiled lewdly at me.
She showed it to us both. Each vein bulged with a deep violet, the head of my cock firm and swollen. The tension was unbearable and my loins ached to the point of feeling so deeply numb.
“You need to cum don’t you?” asked Brigitte.
“P…please. I won’t last two minutes fucking any of you. I need it so badly.”
On her knees again, Brigitte took me back into her mouth. Between them both, they shared it. Two mouths tortured my self-confessed need for release; I could barely stand. Executing their conspiracy perfectly, I sobbed with relief as they unlocked the deep seated know of tension. I knew Brigitte could feel it, she looked up and met my gaze. Bobbing slowly up and down my length, three pairs of hands taunted my body. Nicholette’s on my hard nipples, the lady with the carmine lips caressing my heavy balls.
“Cum, cum for us.”
With a thick husky accent, the stranger spoke her first words to me and they were my undoing. My whole body shook as I locked my outstretched arms and legs to hold me up. I feared they would not and tensed them firmly, it only made my body shake more violently.
Two mouths, one licking at my tight heavy balls, Brigitte’s on my achingly hard cock drew it from me. The agony of standing up slammed into the delirious pleasure of release. I bucked hard, my ragged breathing punctuated with deep animal grunts of sweet relief. Travelling up and down my length, I spewed my second load into Brigitte’s attendant mouth.
Drawing gasps, the tensile strength they unleashed made my length and perineum pulse hard. They watched with each visible spasm that I was filling Brigitte’s mouth with cum.
Groaning, the spasms would not abate, how many I cannot remember. Brigitte squealed a little and doubled-down to slide more of my length into her mouth. My cries must have been so loud that Nicholette placed her hand over my mouth.
The intense pulsing in my loins deluged my muscles with a deep contented warmth. It was done and with deep muffled sighs of relief, my trembling body felt weak and light.
Incredulously, I witnessed Brigitte playfully wipe the edges of her lips with a finger and then clean them off. As if finishing the entrée, she giggled as she showed me her empty mouth. My torture was over for now, I knew it would only be a temporary respite. My own fires would not be quelled so easily either.
“F…fucking hell Brigitte.”
Her eyes flashed at me and she giggled, “There, isn’t that better?”
I nodded as my fever eased, “Yes, yes, much better.”
With an outstretched hand and still on shaky legs, I helped them both to their feet. The roughhewn brickwork felt cool against my back as I leant against the wall.
Free from their attention, Nicholette placed her arms tenderly around Brigitte. Watching their soft lips graze each other, the swell of their breasts mashed between them as they embraced. Distracted by the woman with the carmine lips, she pulled at my chin and kissed me softly.
“Hello, I’m Anais.”
“Enchanté, I’m Jack.”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”
Pulling on my hand, Anais led the way. Fixated on her pert naked behind framed by the thin suspender straps, we walked through the throng. As a party in full flow, the libertine delights of the flesh could be seen in all directions. Bodies locked in congress writhed with pleasure, I remember thinking if this wasn’t an orgy, what the hell would be.
Anais squeezed my hand, “Are you ready to give yourself?”
“Erm, yes, I am.”
“Good. My body is aching for you.”
Standing in the sandstone archway, the plush carpet verdant as a lush meadow stretched out amidst a sea of bodies. Crimson scatter cushions draped with patterned satins melded into the walls draped with off white linens. Sumptuous high-backed leather couches against the walls provided a vantage point or a buttress for a sexual position.
Bodies littered the room, the curves and sharp-angles of limbs created a tangle of flesh. It moved to its own rhythm like the swell of the ocean. My libido had an ebb and flow of its own too and it was impossible not to be consumed by its tide.
The slow moving traffic of voyeurs and participants cast a faint zephyr breeze over my naked frame. Easily the youngest in the room and overwhelmed by excitement, I felt such intense butterflies. I attracted admiring looks and smiles from many of the women of similar age, a little older and more mature. All of them at the pinnacle of their sexuality, evocatively attired or naked, I wanted them all. I felt their eyes on me and my arousal took me with a savagery I had never felt before.
What started as a dare was now made flesh, a very public ordeal watched by strangers. The cut out slits of the mask obscured my vision. Initially, I found the irony amusing. Wherever I cast my gaze, bold naked bodies came into view yet their faces were covered. I went along with it and took what I was given. Now, it cut me off from the visual spectacle of what they were doing to me. I cast mine aside and looked down to bear witness.
Brigitte had me captured with a slow languid draft of her velvet mouth. Its soft heat taunted me and her hand occasionally squeezed my hard length to keep me in check. The soft stab behind me from Nicholette teased the tight muscle of my arse with the tip of her tongue. This was their dare and casually I accepted it, now I found myself driven half-mad with lecherous desire. This was a lewd spectacle on how to fully arouse a man, part conventional and part taboo. It was a challenge I was happy to lose and remorselessly they pushed me to see how much I could bear.
Lost in the passage of time, my mind felt light and my body felt heavy with lust. Occasionally, the sensations overloaded my muscles and forced me to shudder. My breathing reduced to a gruff rasp forcefully punctured the heady atmosphere.
A caress on my chest captured my attention, a pair of eyes sparkled at me. Full and inviting, her painted carmine lips creased into a licentious smile. I admired her boldness of being seen without a mask. The dark lustre of her jet black razor sharp bob framed her elegant features. Slim and tall, her perky breasts were capped by two pierced nipples. The flare of her hips led to her smooth pubic bone. Cupping it with her hand, I watched as her middle digit disappeared inside. A warm exhale of air against my fevered body as the prelude to a soft kiss on my neck.
Naked with the exception of a fine lace suspender belt and stockings, she explored my body. As her smile widened, the faintest of crowfeet creased in the corners of her eyes. I knew she had the experience to understand my predicament.
Pressing her lips against me, she revived me enough to kiss her back. I was fair game and she took advantage. The travel of her caress sampled each tense muscle and I had no choice but defer. I yearned to reciprocate and lay my hands on the deep full curves of her breasts. Frustrated, my arms wholly supported my posture, I could do nothing except writhe and moan.
Here they had me, a participant of our mutual pleasure, Nicholette was not joking when she said it would be my education. They demanded a vessel to please them and my reward would be a memory to treasure for all eternity. Their only request of me was to hold back and not yield. They had yet to challenge me that way, this was a journey along a plateau I never knew existed. I was not alone, this was how the grown-ups did it and now I was becoming one of them.
My carefree mind drifted in and out of the here and now, they were in no hurry for me to reach my destination.
====- 2 -====
Nicholette led by the hand downstairs in search of Brigitte, it started so innocuously. A behemoth of a man guarded the large oak panelled door. That door held back the source of my trepidation and excitement. This room was invitation only, a place where Club Bisou had its most exotic party of all. Eroticism brought to life, voyeurs and exhibitionists together in a carnival of carnality.
The heavy ironwork yielded easily and Nicholette pushed me gently by the small of my back. I didn’t feel a sense of reluctance, more a state of awe. Cavernous in size, its high gabled arches made of yellow sandstone fused with the curved ceiling of ancient white washed brickwork. There were people milling around, dressed, partially dressed and naked. The party had started, a brave few unable to contain themselves indulged each other.
This was a world away from fucking in a lay-by and how impossible my fantasies felt then. Their visceral strength goaded me into many furtive acts of self-pleasure as my mind played through every tawdry scenario. In the post-orgasmic come down, there was always a sense of despondency on how remote they felt. Now reality loomed large before my eyes and I embraced it fully with my whole being. I remember I felt no nerves just a deep sense of belonging.
Nicholette giggled as I stood frozen to the spot, I needed another tender push to snap me out of it.
“This is our special party tonight, I hope you want to take part?”
I nodded vacantly, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Bon. Come. I see Brigitte.”
We found Brigitte sat on a sumptuous leather couch attired in her black wraparound dress. Attracting admiring glances, her earlier display before them had given them all a taste of her wares.
With a glass of liqueur she sat back, her legs apart with the fabric of her dress spilled between them. The heft of her bosom revealed between the V-shaped opening of her gown. It was an evocative pose as we caught her eye. Her dimpled cheeks raised into a happy smile before returning to the view before her.
Watching the coitus of strangers, Brigitte was quiet and entranced. Their display was relaxed and unhurried, her body moved slowly and met the soft patient thrusts of her lover from behind.
In an opulently appointed basement of draped crimson velvets and dark ochre walls, it provided a rich canvas for the sexual act. Exposed brickwork and natural oaks mixed with plush mahogany leather chairs and couches. Tall burnished brass lamps provided moody atmospheric lighting. Light to illuminate adventurous bodies or shadows to hide in for discretion. To share each other or to share no-one, to either watch or take part – this was a very adult playground. Soft seductive music could barely be heard over the sighs and gasps, or the bubbling chatter and words of veneration.
Nicholette, Brigitte and I chose light.
"Did you like my performance Jack?" asked Brigitte seductively.
"Not bad."
Brigitte pouted playfully; I laughed at her reaction, "You were amazing."
"Do you think I aroused a lot of people? You know how much I love that thought."
"I imagine a lot of men and woman are here right now and want to fuck you."
"Mmm, Jack, I want their women to fuck you too."
With a smile, she looked to Nicholette and then back to me. I could tell Brigitte was aroused, her cheeks were pink and her eyes dilated and bright.
"Did Nicholette take good care of you?"
I reciprocated, "Very good care of me."
Brigitte purred, "I could tell, did you fill her mouth up with cum? I hope you did."
I actually blushed a little, "Erm, yeah, the stripper I was watching was very very sexy. I really want to fuck her tonight."
Brigitte bared her porcelain white teeth in a wide smile.
"And Nicholette sucks cock good too?"
"Oh yes."
“You look more relaxed here now. I was a little worried on the way here. You like it here?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I'm more than good, I like it a lot.”
Reaching out with her arm, she pulled me in for a kiss. She lingered and sucked on my lips, I felt a swell of pride as people were bound to see. The stripper had a boyfriend and I was the lucky soul that got to have her.
“Good, I knew you would. Enjoy yourself ma cheri, let yourself go and follow our lead. We will show you what to do.”
Their idea of encouragement was their combined attention to undress me. Each piece of exposed skin a magnet for a soft kiss and caress. Slowly peeling off their clothes, we needed no further words. Captivated by our surroundings, Brigitte and Nicholette exchanged a look at each other and their mouth creased into a reciprocated wry smile.
“Watch Jack, watch how women do it,” purred Brigitte.
Reality and my imagination fused together in that moment, she knew I had never seen this. My hands were actually shaking as I held my drink. Such was my state of arousal, I found it hard to focus.
I sat beside them; their hands caressed and lingered to tease and provoke each other. Their sultry eyes gazed into each other’s and to their pouting full lips. They moved slowly, presenting a body part to kiss and caress. Unspoken words seem to guide them into a soft embrace. Tenderly, they caressed each other for my appreciation and for many others.
My smouldering loins coursed fresh blood into my fully engorged shaft. I yearned for their touch, yet I played the happy spectator. Brigitte and Nicolette shared each other’s bodies in an escalating act of Sapphic need. Kissing, there was so much kissing and exploration. I watched as their elegant hands explored, barely leaving an impression on the flesh they tenderly squeezed. It was unhurried and not masculine. A mutual act of gentle affection amalgamated with powerful erotic lust.
Brigitte’s sultry eyes half-open and smouldering conveyed more than any words could describe. The notion that her body was so immolated with lust churned my own burning desire.
Nicholette took the lead as Brigitte demurred, each soft kiss made a slow pilgrimage from the heft of her breasts to the smooth flare of her Mons. Describing it as sensual did not do it justice. Tantalising her, Brigitte tried to steer Nicholette’s mouth to her sex. Her need displayed to all in an act of frustration and want. Feeling the rising heat inside me combust, Brigitte squeezed me to feel it. Nicholette did too, a silent acknowledgment of my involvement in this spectacular ordeal.
Spilting the cleft of her sex with her tongue, Brigitte trembled with a litany of moans. Slowly licking up and down, Nicholette provoked every moan and gentle flex of Brigitte’s body. A lewd smile and invading fingers made Brigitte bite her lip and cry out loud. Its intoxication brought more hands to join in. Mine and many others caressed and squeezed at Brigitte’s flesh. Another woman sat alongside her and together, we kissed her body and pillow lips. We taunted her erect nipples as we explored her all.
Slowly and with a precision that wasted no effort, Brigitte began to respond with a gentle rhythm. The soft undulation of her hips moved in time to Nicholette’s assured touch. Casting her spell over Brigitte’s body, she took her on a one-way journey to gratification. Her tongue took the scenic route to escalate Brigitte’s passion and then kept her there to let it build. Her body rose and fell with increasing vigour until the moment that only Nicholette decided. A small crowd surrounded us now, spectators to watch the stripper climax before them.
Reaching the pinnacle of desire, the frantic grinding from Brigitte’s hips onto Nicholette’s face mixed with sobs of air. Our hands and mouths, taunting and teasing her body worked to take her over the edge.
When Nicolette pounced, Brigitte squeezed my hand as she climaxed. Crunching from her stomach, she flailed so delicately as Nicholette looked up to witness it all. It coursed through her as a long jagged seizure of intense release. Still writhing and gasping as Nicholette rose to kiss her open mouth, Brigitte devoured it all. Fingers slowly worked out every last delicious sensation from her sex.
Not to be outdone, Brigitte’s generosity insisted that she returned the compliment. They chose a prone position with Nicholette on top, Brigitte underneath. The small crowd already witness to Brigitte’s smouldering climax lent their encouragement. Hands explored and tender fingers probed. It proved to be an inspirational spectacle for their own needs. Women had their men by hand or mouth as they watched. Another couple took a seat opposite, she held him firmly and backed onto him. Taking him in reverse, they fucked slowly before us and watched our every move.
Nicholette took me in hand to fill her sex. The promised fuck began amidst the lust of total strangers. I took my lead from those around us, this was an act not to be rushed. Rubbing the blunt tip of my cock up and down her slit, the elegant grip of a woman’s hand wrapped around it. The matrimonial rings of her index finger caught the light as she found Nicholette’s wet hole.
Incredulously, I looked at her as our eyes met. Her black and silver mask hid her face, yet her vivid green eyes sparkled with encouragement. Her soft lips pressed upon mine at the moment of penetration. Splitting split the swell of Nicholette’s sex slowly and delicately filled her inch by inch. The sinewy strength of her sex provided a delicious friction around my hard length. As a wanton exhibition of youthful bodies engaged in the most intimate act, our gasps and moans joining the seething cries of unrushed ecstasy.
Brigitte’s mouth slowly brought her off; Nicholette’s tight body grasped me hard as she breathlessly pushed out a soft cry. Fighting against it, she returned to take Brigitte too. Nestling her head between Brigitte’s open legs, it was a battle to give pleasure. She fought valiantly and her hips bucked in tight spasms against my athletic body as I pushed back onto her. It was a fight that Nicholette would not win as Brigitte showed no mercy. Pressed fully inside her, it provided the muscular resistance to seize another hasty taken orgasm.
Brigitte and I had her now and we were in no mind to stop, my firm grip held tightly. Each gentle fluid thrust would not skew Brigitte’s mouth from its prize. The long groans of the leather couch added to the frisson of this delicious act. The three of us knew our place, occasionally Brigitte found the smooth tight skin of my balls to encourage me. She found the button that unlocked Nicholette’s release too. Patiently yet relentlessly, we teased out ever more powerful orgasms from her body.
Hedonistic torture was never despatched so elegantly, I thrust back to her as she threw her head back with a groan. Languid, unhurried, it was everything I imagined. It grated against my youthful instinct to fuck and unburden the terrible heat in my loins. This was the secret pleasure of being here, to tease and give such slow increments of escalating pleasure. Addictive in its quality, I craved so much more.
Brigitte finally relented and we released the grip of her body. Flushed and smiling, I leant forward to take a kiss from Nicholette and shared the sweet musk of Brigitte’s juices.
Brigitte’s turn came next, we took her in the same way. Face down on top of Nicholette, there was familiarity now rather than novelty. Taking the persona of the stripper from her, we rescued Club Bizou’s public property for one night only and made her ours again. The tight pucker of her arse still held that jewelled plug firmly in place. Her words to me ringing through my delirious mind that I would have her there too.
I remember the broiling heat of her sex, it stole my breath. Running my fingers down the curve of her spine, I held her by the tight cinch of her waist. Each thrust mashed softly against the cushion of her behind. The sinewy strength of her sex amplified by the swell of the toy in her arse. Brigitte’s gasps and moans grew louder, her body writhed slowly as Nicholette’s hands clasped her thighs. Holding her captive, we had her as our wilful prisoner.
The couple fucking before us could spectate on longer. She extracted his tumescent length from her and led him by it towards us. His thick shaft in her hand, she held it to Brigitte’s mouth. Turning to look at me, her flushed features softened by our attention but her expression was expectant. I nodded, a simple gesture and easily understood. Bucking into Brigitte with a hard thrust, I pushed the man’s cock deep into her mouth.
Her words in that cornfield came to mind, that admission that she wanted to be shared were now real. I bucked a little harder and pushed her onto him to enforce my consent. Alongside me, his wife ran her hands over my straining shoulders and chest. It was subtle, perhaps soulful as her soft lips locked against mine. The silken heat of her tongue dancing over my own.
Her attention to his cock in her mouth never wavered. With stifled moans and the rushed white noise of air through her nostrils, the three of us took her to the brink. The torpid fluidity of our bodies extracted each climax with increasing ease. Trapped against us, Brigitte bucked and moaned as we took her from one climax to another.
We showed no mercy as the crowd watched, Brigitte’s body became livid and fevered, it took all our strength to keep her in place. .
Flailing, she writhed as if electrocuted. It’s violence trapped me tightly, I had to slow right now. The sudden wet heat as her sex locked hard against my length made me groan deeply. With a wail, Brigitte’s mouth found air.
His wife on her knees took him and he groaned. Skilfully with the subtlest twist of her wrist, she released his climax from him. Without breaking contact, she drained his essence with consummate ease. Looking into his eyes in an act of obedience, she swallowed it all.
Flushed and sheened with a gloss of sweat from our endeavour, Brigitte’s shaking hands pressed against our flesh to signal our surrender.
“La petite mort,” giggled Brigitte fanning her face with her hand.
Slumped onto the couch, we collected our breath. Nicholette slotted against Brigitte, joined together like pieces of a jigsaw, the reciprocation of their curves fitted perfectly. .
Looking at Brigitte’s glowing countenance, soft and heated by pink cheeks, I kissed her. She looked so contented and satisfied that a swell of happiness overwhelmed me. Squeezing her hand, I got her attention. From her expectant eyes, I could tell she wanted me to say something. I had kept my counsel for too long, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Tenderly holding her chin, I gently kissed her lips and placed my mouth to her ear.
Spoken with the softest whisper I could summon, “I love you Brigitte.”
I eased back, my body pounded with adrenaline to wait for her response. Everything hinged on the next few seconds and those seconds felt like an eternity.
The portents looked good, she smiled and leant it closer.
“Good, because I love you too.”
That was the moment I would never forget. It seared into my mind right down to the lone spool of blonde hair hanging seductively over her face.
The heat of our embrace against the soothing balm of cool air relaxed our fevered bodies. There was laughter, easy to yield, it did not jar our muscles. High on endorphins, invigorated by the daring of our adventure, we reclined and watched others partake.
That was the situation that led to their dare. Happy and carefree, I did not think when I accepted it.
====- 3 -====
The woman with the carmine lips had taken to her knees. Unable to keep my head up, it lolled down to see her whisper something in Brigitte’s ear. With a wicked smile, whatever was said, Brigitte consented to it. Looking to me, my intense eyes met hers of deepest azure. Brigitte held me in her hand and watched my reaction. I had to groan as she took it deep, her lipstick left a tidemark halfway at the base my length. Switching my gaze to Brigitte, she smiled and rose up before me.
“How are you Jack?”
A soft kiss followed, her gentle hand clasped my chest. Between her index finger and thumb, she plucked at my nipple.
“She wants to fuck you.”
Written on my face, it told a story of deep longing. Caressing my cheek, she fed a finger into my mouth. Longingly, I sucked on it and my head swam as I moaned.
“We’re going to the orgy in the adjoining room.”
“R..r..really?”
“Yes, I want us to be shared. Do you want that? Do you want to see me filled with another man’s hard cock?”
My head snapped up as I felt that massive tension rear up inside me. Subsumed by the wet silken heat of a stranger’s mouth; Brigitte’s words piled into me. Their potency exposed the primeval need to fuck with every fibre of my body.
“Oh god, oh god.”
“You are going to fuck her and then me.”
“Uh….. uh huh.”
“Dans la cul… Jack… dans la cul.”
“La… la cul?”
“In the arse, Jack. Fuck me in the arse.”
My reaction was immediate, I bucked hard and shuddered.
“I want you in there with another hard cock in my wet pussy. I’m on fire now, I need to be fucked like a whore to put it out. ”
My mind had given out, I croaked and then groaned heavily. With my hard cock taken deep by a stranger’s mouth, I shuddered and fought hard to restrain myself. I held back by the last scraps of my self-control as I looked at Brigitte helplessly.
“And I want another cock in my mouth too as you fuck me. I want all my holes filled. Then I am going to finish all of you onto my face and breasts.”
“Brig… oh fuck!”
Pressing a solitary finger to my mouth, Brigitte silenced me. My cock was at its zenith, I was mere seconds from exploding hard. My arms and legs were trembling now, I was almost at my journey’s end.
Brigitte reached down to attract the attention of the woman with the carmine lips. Her delicious attention to my cock stopped and she eased it from her mouth. Placing it against her soft cheek, she looked straight into my eyes. Delicate thin fingers grasped my chunky length, she softly stroked it and smiled lewdly at me.
She showed it to us both. Each vein bulged with a deep violet, the head of my cock firm and swollen. The tension was unbearable and my loins ached to the point of feeling so deeply numb.
“You need to cum don’t you?” asked Brigitte.
“P…please. I won’t last two minutes fucking any of you. I need it so badly.”
On her knees again, Brigitte took me back into her mouth. Between them both, they shared it. Two mouths tortured my self-confessed need for release; I could barely stand. Executing their conspiracy perfectly, I sobbed with relief as they unlocked the deep seated know of tension. I knew Brigitte could feel it, she looked up and met my gaze. Bobbing slowly up and down my length, three pairs of hands taunted my body. Nicholette’s on my hard nipples, the lady with the carmine lips caressing my heavy balls.
“Cum, cum for us.”
With a thick husky accent, the stranger spoke her first words to me and they were my undoing. My whole body shook as I locked my outstretched arms and legs to hold me up. I feared they would not and tensed them firmly, it only made my body shake more violently.
Two mouths, one licking at my tight heavy balls, Brigitte’s on my achingly hard cock drew it from me. The agony of standing up slammed into the delirious pleasure of release. I bucked hard, my ragged breathing punctuated with deep animal grunts of sweet relief. Travelling up and down my length, I spewed my second load into Brigitte’s attendant mouth.
Drawing gasps, the tensile strength they unleashed made my length and perineum pulse hard. They watched with each visible spasm that I was filling Brigitte’s mouth with cum.
Groaning, the spasms would not abate, how many I cannot remember. Brigitte squealed a little and doubled-down to slide more of my length into her mouth. My cries must have been so loud that Nicholette placed her hand over my mouth.
The intense pulsing in my loins deluged my muscles with a deep contented warmth. It was done and with deep muffled sighs of relief, my trembling body felt weak and light.
Incredulously, I witnessed Brigitte playfully wipe the edges of her lips with a finger and then clean them off. As if finishing the entrée, she giggled as she showed me her empty mouth. My torture was over for now, I knew it would only be a temporary respite. My own fires would not be quelled so easily either.
“F…fucking hell Brigitte.”
Her eyes flashed at me and she giggled, “There, isn’t that better?”
I nodded as my fever eased, “Yes, yes, much better.”
With an outstretched hand and still on shaky legs, I helped them both to their feet. The roughhewn brickwork felt cool against my back as I leant against the wall.
Free from their attention, Nicholette placed her arms tenderly around Brigitte. Watching their soft lips graze each other, the swell of their breasts mashed between them as they embraced. Distracted by the woman with the carmine lips, she pulled at my chin and kissed me softly.
“Hello, I’m Anais.”
“Enchanté, I’m Jack.”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”
Pulling on my hand, Anais led the way. Fixated on her pert naked behind framed by the thin suspender straps, we walked through the throng. As a party in full flow, the libertine delights of the flesh could be seen in all directions. Bodies locked in congress writhed with pleasure, I remember thinking if this wasn’t an orgy, what the hell would be.
Anais squeezed my hand, “Are you ready to give yourself?”
“Erm, yes, I am.”
“Good. My body is aching for you.”
Standing in the sandstone archway, the plush carpet verdant as a lush meadow stretched out amidst a sea of bodies. Crimson scatter cushions draped with patterned satins melded into the walls draped with off white linens. Sumptuous high-backed leather couches against the walls provided a vantage point or a buttress for a sexual position.
Bodies littered the room, the curves and sharp-angles of limbs created a tangle of flesh. It moved to its own rhythm like the swell of the ocean. My libido had an ebb and flow of its own too and it was impossible not to be consumed by its tide.
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