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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 You can find more free erotic fiction at Sexfantasy Stories
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