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Marianne soon became engaged in chatting with one guest or another and Sandy felt herself becoming alone in a room of masked strangers, engaged in heavy petting, flirting and open sex play.
When she felt her, fingers taken in, a gentle hand and someone whisper, “Excuse me,” in her ear, she almost jumped out of her naked skin.
She turned to face a man, somewhat taller than she, with a hairy chest and arms, wearing the mask of a Greek comedy muse.
Laughing eyes peeped out from behind the golden smile.
“I wondered if you might care to dance?” he asked.
She lowered eyes shyly and immediately wished she had not, the chap was endowed with an as yet flaccid, but utterly huge penis, at least nine inches long unerect, with a strong girth and shaven pubic hair.
For the first time in years, she felt the involuntary jerk in her stomach that signalled a sudden and urgent rush of moisture to her vagina, the sight of that unsheathed weapon had turned her on in a way she had not felt since she was a horny student.
“Yes, yes thank you I would,” she accepted.
Never letting go of her hand, the man gently raised it and lead her out on to the dance floor.
The Orchestra struck up a slow number and he placed his other hand about her waist, leading her in a floating circle that seemed to make her feel lighter than air, until some one behind bumped their posterior in to her bottom , pushing her closer to her partners and crushing her breasts against his chest.
She felt she should step back and apologise, but found herself reluctant to do so.
His arm slid further about the small of her back and held her there; she leaned her head on his breast and continued to dance.
She felt her nipples beginning to harden and push in to him, becoming more sensitive and sending little thrills of electric passion, direct to her genitals.
She quickly became aware of his hardening member pressing up between them, brushing over her pubic hair and pressing in to her lower belly; she widened her eyes and wondered just how large it could get, as the tip crawled toward her navel.
She pushed herself closer, trapping his member between them, until she felt his pulse throbbing through him.
He let go of her hand and his arms enfolded her, holding her heaving bosom to his chest, the other hand gently resting on her buttocks and holding her to his belly and inflexible pole.
She could feel herself dripping now, creamy moisture was spreading from her swollen lips to her upper thighs and her sex was crying out for stimulation.
She became aware that he was kissing her neck, the mask resting on his forehead, she could not see his face, but oh, how she could feel hot soft lips on her shoulder and neck, burning with sensual fire.
She was blushing from her face to her ribs, her breasts swelling and her belly on fire.
“Could we go out on to the veranda?” she whispered. “I’m a little warm.”
“Of course,” he replied, sliding his mask back in to place as he raised his head. He put a strong arm about her shoulder, and led her toward the nearest set of French doors.
Sand, fanned her face with her hand, and wondered if Terry had ever made her feel like this, the answer was of course no, none of her lovers had, since Marianne. However, with her they had both had a sort of mutual understanding it was just practice until the right boy came along.
Out on the terrace beneath the veranda several couple were already enjoying themselves.
One man masked as a hawk leaned back ward against the stone railing, while a woman wearing a domino mask straddled him, rocking her hips back and forth with a passionate urgency.
General sir Edward was efficiently and in military time ploughing his good lady wife on a breakfast table while she in turn was handling the cocks of two other men with an exuberance fitting for a woman half her age.
In a darkened shady nook, two ladies tended to one another with such passion that their cries of ecstasy and joy rang from the buttresses.
“It seems rather crowded,” Sandra remarked.
“Don’t mind us,” called back the general.
“Spiffing party.” Called out his wife happily.
The man raised his mask a little and sought out her lips with his, the first kiss was gentle and chaste, soft lip to soft lip, she had barely sighed “oh my,” when he returned to her, this time pushing apart her lips, his mouth wide and passionate, as he probed her mouth and wrapped his tongue about hers.
She felt herself melt in to him, one leg curl about his shin and her hungry vulva press down on his leg, as his penis pressed against her rib, the tip tickling wetly upon the underside of her breast.
She pulled away breathing hard, desire flaming inside; she turned about and leaned over the railing, presenting herself to him like nothing more than a b**st in heat, urgent, a****listic.
She felt his large hands grasp her hips; she spread her legs wider, and felt for a moment a teasing pressure rimming the entrance to her.
“Oh god, please don’t tease” She whimpered. “Please put it in me.”
Being the gentleman he was, he felt honoured to oblige.
The swollen tip passed over the lips and entrance, the shaft followed, and followed, more and more, slowly and deliberately penetrating smoothly, sliding as over silk, until she thought there could not possibly be more, and then the ecstatic thrill and his testicles bumped in to her clitoris.
She gasped aloud, and growled “oh my god!”
He withdrew a little and it felt like heaven, before he plunged back inside again, his movements slow but deliberate, strong yet gentle.
On the fifth stroke she felt herself burning, by the next she knew that the trembling she felt meant she could not hold back, at any moment she would orgasm, her hips twitched in response, she began to meet his thrusts, her mind became a foaming pool of overwhelming pleasure, no though, no understanding just powerful undeniable need.
She pushed back against him hard and the explosion of pleasure rattled her legs, her knees felt so weak had not the rail been there to cling on to she would have fallen.
Stars exploded in her eyes and he whole body convulsed.
She knew what it was to orgasm, by the clitoris, by the vagina but this was so much more, this was a whole body experience this was absolute orgasm.
She felt her juices rush out of her, soaking her, soaking his cock, soaking his legs and hips, rush after rush of moisture, warm and tingling, convulsing her and making her gasp.
He withdrew, as she collapsed exhausted over the rail, struggling for breath and sensibility.
As her eyes cleared and her throbbing pudenda eased slightly she turned to continue only to find he was gone.
She checked herself and found no evidence of his orgasm only her own clear juices, he had not cum in her, nor anywhere near about.
How could it be? What man could bring her to such earth shattering orgasms, bring her such pleasure and yet take nothing for himself.
She determined to find out who he was, and still wet and dripping plunged back in to the happy throng.
TBC
When she felt her, fingers taken in, a gentle hand and someone whisper, “Excuse me,” in her ear, she almost jumped out of her naked skin.
She turned to face a man, somewhat taller than she, with a hairy chest and arms, wearing the mask of a Greek comedy muse.
Laughing eyes peeped out from behind the golden smile.
“I wondered if you might care to dance?” he asked.
She lowered eyes shyly and immediately wished she had not, the chap was endowed with an as yet flaccid, but utterly huge penis, at least nine inches long unerect, with a strong girth and shaven pubic hair.
For the first time in years, she felt the involuntary jerk in her stomach that signalled a sudden and urgent rush of moisture to her vagina, the sight of that unsheathed weapon had turned her on in a way she had not felt since she was a horny student.
“Yes, yes thank you I would,” she accepted.
Never letting go of her hand, the man gently raised it and lead her out on to the dance floor.
The Orchestra struck up a slow number and he placed his other hand about her waist, leading her in a floating circle that seemed to make her feel lighter than air, until some one behind bumped their posterior in to her bottom , pushing her closer to her partners and crushing her breasts against his chest.
She felt she should step back and apologise, but found herself reluctant to do so.
His arm slid further about the small of her back and held her there; she leaned her head on his breast and continued to dance.
She felt her nipples beginning to harden and push in to him, becoming more sensitive and sending little thrills of electric passion, direct to her genitals.
She quickly became aware of his hardening member pressing up between them, brushing over her pubic hair and pressing in to her lower belly; she widened her eyes and wondered just how large it could get, as the tip crawled toward her navel.
She pushed herself closer, trapping his member between them, until she felt his pulse throbbing through him.
He let go of her hand and his arms enfolded her, holding her heaving bosom to his chest, the other hand gently resting on her buttocks and holding her to his belly and inflexible pole.
She could feel herself dripping now, creamy moisture was spreading from her swollen lips to her upper thighs and her sex was crying out for stimulation.
She became aware that he was kissing her neck, the mask resting on his forehead, she could not see his face, but oh, how she could feel hot soft lips on her shoulder and neck, burning with sensual fire.
She was blushing from her face to her ribs, her breasts swelling and her belly on fire.
“Could we go out on to the veranda?” she whispered. “I’m a little warm.”
“Of course,” he replied, sliding his mask back in to place as he raised his head. He put a strong arm about her shoulder, and led her toward the nearest set of French doors.
Sand, fanned her face with her hand, and wondered if Terry had ever made her feel like this, the answer was of course no, none of her lovers had, since Marianne. However, with her they had both had a sort of mutual understanding it was just practice until the right boy came along.
Out on the terrace beneath the veranda several couple were already enjoying themselves.
One man masked as a hawk leaned back ward against the stone railing, while a woman wearing a domino mask straddled him, rocking her hips back and forth with a passionate urgency.
General sir Edward was efficiently and in military time ploughing his good lady wife on a breakfast table while she in turn was handling the cocks of two other men with an exuberance fitting for a woman half her age.
In a darkened shady nook, two ladies tended to one another with such passion that their cries of ecstasy and joy rang from the buttresses.
“It seems rather crowded,” Sandra remarked.
“Don’t mind us,” called back the general.
“Spiffing party.” Called out his wife happily.
The man raised his mask a little and sought out her lips with his, the first kiss was gentle and chaste, soft lip to soft lip, she had barely sighed “oh my,” when he returned to her, this time pushing apart her lips, his mouth wide and passionate, as he probed her mouth and wrapped his tongue about hers.
She felt herself melt in to him, one leg curl about his shin and her hungry vulva press down on his leg, as his penis pressed against her rib, the tip tickling wetly upon the underside of her breast.
She pulled away breathing hard, desire flaming inside; she turned about and leaned over the railing, presenting herself to him like nothing more than a b**st in heat, urgent, a****listic.
She felt his large hands grasp her hips; she spread her legs wider, and felt for a moment a teasing pressure rimming the entrance to her.
“Oh god, please don’t tease” She whimpered. “Please put it in me.”
Being the gentleman he was, he felt honoured to oblige.
The swollen tip passed over the lips and entrance, the shaft followed, and followed, more and more, slowly and deliberately penetrating smoothly, sliding as over silk, until she thought there could not possibly be more, and then the ecstatic thrill and his testicles bumped in to her clitoris.
She gasped aloud, and growled “oh my god!”
He withdrew a little and it felt like heaven, before he plunged back inside again, his movements slow but deliberate, strong yet gentle.
On the fifth stroke she felt herself burning, by the next she knew that the trembling she felt meant she could not hold back, at any moment she would orgasm, her hips twitched in response, she began to meet his thrusts, her mind became a foaming pool of overwhelming pleasure, no though, no understanding just powerful undeniable need.
She pushed back against him hard and the explosion of pleasure rattled her legs, her knees felt so weak had not the rail been there to cling on to she would have fallen.
Stars exploded in her eyes and he whole body convulsed.
She knew what it was to orgasm, by the clitoris, by the vagina but this was so much more, this was a whole body experience this was absolute orgasm.
She felt her juices rush out of her, soaking her, soaking his cock, soaking his legs and hips, rush after rush of moisture, warm and tingling, convulsing her and making her gasp.
He withdrew, as she collapsed exhausted over the rail, struggling for breath and sensibility.
As her eyes cleared and her throbbing pudenda eased slightly she turned to continue only to find he was gone.
She checked herself and found no evidence of his orgasm only her own clear juices, he had not cum in her, nor anywhere near about.
How could it be? What man could bring her to such earth shattering orgasms, bring her such pleasure and yet take nothing for himself.
She determined to find out who he was, and still wet and dripping plunged back in to the happy throng.
TBC
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