Volume 8: Party Glitter
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I watched Mom at work for a few minutes, the perfect hostess: the life and soul of the party. She appeared to recognize almost everyone who arrived, as well she might - it was her event, after all - although I thought I caught the momentary distraction of the PA flashing a reminder or confirmation at her. By contrast, I knew almost nobody in the room. Not that this bothered me overmuch - I am quite adept at making new acquaintances. Right now, I could tell I was attracting the attentions of a slender man dressed as if for old-style yachting in an blue blazer with brass buttons, white trousers and a cravat. I caught his eye and smiled, and he hurried over. I always like an enthusiastic reaction in a man. "Hello, sailor," I said with conscious irony, "What brings you into port today?" "Ahoy, ma'am," he replied with a wide grin, keeping up the nautical theme, "Coming ashore to meet the natives." The sailor man had perhaps the most beautiful eyes I had seem in a long time, large and dark and ringed with the most delightful lashes. Under the tie and blazer, the man's torso was naked; I could see he had put a lot of effort into building up his abs and pecs. The thin material of the white trousers was stretched tight over the man's legs and tush, as well as highlighting the curves and bulges of his package. He looked to me like a man who liked to make an effort - something I always appreciate. "Fancy a glass of grog, shipmate?" he enquired, clearly flattered by the looks I was giving him. "Aye, Aye, Capt'n," I responded, slipping my arm through his and guiding him towards the drinks area where two glasses of rum and water were already waiting for us. Mom always likes to arrange a few entertainments for her guests, and it seemed that one of these performances was about to start. At the sound of drums, the lighting in the large room changed suddenly, plunging much of the room into dear-darkness while leaving a central open area brightly lit. Dramatic music struck up, and the athletic Chinese women I had noted earlier, now completely naked and their bodies’ slick with oil, bounded into the lit arena. Everyone turned to watch. We were treated to a virtuoso display of sexual gymnastics, the two girls displaying incredible bodily flexibility. As the music banged and clashed, the two women slipped and rolled over each other, their bodies sliding together in a blur of artistic movement. As they spun and danced, they managed to pass mouth over nipple, and finger over pussy, then toe over clit, and mouth over anus, again and again, no two movements alike and always precise and perfectly controlled. At the culmination of their act, they formed a near-perfect circle, one arched forward and the other backwards, each with their mouths pressed to the others pussy lips. They circled the room like a cartwheel, then flexed and re-formed their circle in reverse, this time each with the fingers of one hand inside the others vagina. They spun again, fingering each other to a throbbing orgasm synchronized to a crescendo in the music - and very probably the simultaneous orgasms of at least three members of the audience. The Chinese performers bounced up, then held hands and took a bow to tumultuous applause. The girls were clearly still in a state of intense physical and sexual excitement, breathing deeply and perspiring freely. They kissed each other warmly, licking each other’s mouths eagerly, then bounded off in the direction of the kitchen - whether to get a drink of water or fuck each other senseless I was not entirely sure. "The natives are friendly, hereabouts, then?" the sailor enquired of me. We had standing close together during the performance, fascinated by the movements of the dancers. We had not been entirely distracted by the act, though - he had been caressing my ass under the fabric of my little black dress, and i had been responding in kind through the thin material of his trousers. "Oh, very friendly," I agreed, "Look at these locals, f'instance." A group had formed around the Greek Goddess and her friendly satyr, now sitting together on a couch that the automation had earlier moved to the side of the room. The satyr had evidently been excited by the ladies' performance and now was sporting the immense erection typical of his Kind. The Goddess had clearly decided that this was too good an opportunity to waste, and was now licking and sucking his cock - even though she was unable to get more than the very tip of this dick in her mouth. As we watched, the curvaceous woman slipped out of her white toga and bent forward over the padded arm of the couch, guiding the immense cock towards the soft folds between her legs. The satyr entered her slowly, necessarily gently given the size of his penis, although the goddess soon pressed herself back onto him, urging him deeper inside her. The satyr started a series of smooth and deep and powerful thrusts - the kind he could keep it up all day - accompanied by an increasingly loud series of cries and moans from the shapely woman. I was sure she would achieve the first of several orgasms very soon. Evidently even more excited now, my sailor-man squeezed my ass more firmly. In response, I arched my back and pressed myself towards him, opening my legs and allowing him to sample with his fingertips my moist - oh, so wet! - opening. I ran my hand over the bulge now straining the fabric of the man's trousers, which split and folded away at my touch - no doubt some feature of the PA sensing both his, and my, urgent need. I grasped his cock, a particularly shapely example, appreciating its hardness and upturned curvature which would, I knew, reach a great many immensely sensitive places deep inside me. The sailor swung me around and pressed me down over the other end of the couch, my face close to the goddess's - her eyes now closed and screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. Without further fuss, he positioned his delightful manhood over my pussy lips, then slipped into my wet and welcoming opening. I was fucked hard, even violently, by the sailor, his cock plunging into me again and again with fierce abandon. The curvaceous woman facing me opened her eyes, which widened as she realized what she was seeing. Now panting together with excitement, our eyes locked and our lovers synchronized their thrusts; my first screaming orgasm coincided, as it so often does, with the Goddess's second cumming.
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