The Virgin And The Ballet

"Because I told her not to," interjected Seamus who somehow had managed to keep insinuating his finger into my anus, giving me such wonderful sensations. He put his other arm around Cri Cri bringing her closer to us both, then slid his free hand down her back, presumably heading for the same place. I saw a slight widening of her eyes and then a doleful, satisfied look that I guessed would be on my face too. We smiled at each other, weakened by lust and strengthened in our need to seek more and more pleasure. I understood increasingly why my parents wanted to unleash the erotic spirit in me. So, when Seamus pulled gently away, I did not complain...

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Our large lounge area had been converted into a dining zone. It took all 20+ people using our long oak table that usually only took 10 family members at Christmas. I had not even realised that daddy had bought one that extended to over double that size. I'd just thought him eccentric when he stacked an extra full set of chairs in our garage, just as I'd thought him crazy to have such a large pool for only the three of us and the family once a year and far too many bedrooms. In fact, I was realising that the whole house had really been specified to meet my parents' sexual needs and those of the Club.

Some of the guests had disappeared into the kitchen on arrival or soon after, having brought big pots of food and bottles of drink. Now, those same people were standing butt naked bar aprons round their wastes, ready to serve the food. What I liked was that age was not a restriction to service. They ranged from somewhere around my years to at least seventy, though even the more mature were very fit looking. I loved the differences in breast sizes and shapes of the women and, when I got a chance to see as the aprons moved, the different lengths and states of arousal of the cocks. I noticed one man, of about 60, with the biggest cock and heaviest balls I'd ever seen or was likely to see.

"That is Zak Willander," Seamus offered helpfully, noting the direction of my gaze. "He is a very popular man at these parties and our other events. When he takes you, you never forget it."

Was Seamus telling me what I think he was? I decided to leave it for the time being, but I couldn't get out of my head the idea of Zak hard and 'stemming the rose' of my current escort. Somehow my attitude to male on male had taken a revision. I felt more wet drips snake down my thigh. Another strong whiff of my juice filled the air. I saw Seamus smile. He knew, the arrogant bastard.

"Let's sit down," I suggested, noting that my seat place was named. Cri Cri's was also defined, but everyone else was to sit where they wished or possibly we were decreed as the honoured guests. I gestured Seamus to sit to my right and was delighted when Auntie Yvette sat to my left bar one seat and introduced me to a young woman called Alex (short for Alexandra) whom she placed between us. She was African, jet black in colour, with striking facial features that included the most beautiful dark eyes that sparkled in the light. Her hair was very short, her posture perfectly upright like a dancer, her breasts large and pointing, testing the silk of her halter neck top. She had pulled her ridiculously short skirt down as she sat, stretching it over her stunningly sculpted thighs. I imagined her to be a runner, but whatever, this woman who had a regal look about her.

"So, Maria, what are your thoughts so far about our little Club?" asked Auntie who was leaning across her companion, her hand on the woman's thigh, gently stroking the firm black flesh as she continued to talk to me. It was as if Alex wasn't there, except as we conversed so the fingers were creeping further up the woman's inner thigh, pushing the immaculately straightened skirt up into folds of silk. Of course as she was doing this, so Seamus was doing it to me on the other side while holding a conversation with Judge Julia Gerhardt to his right.

Oh God, it was hard to keep talking and listening when Seamus's strong hands were parting my thighs and then his fingers toyed around and around my labia, carefully avoiding touching my intensely aroused clitoris. However the stimulation was making me acutely aware of my auntie's attributes. She had on a very chic scoop necked dress that as she leant across allowed a wonderful view of her full and firm titties. Her nipples were large saucers that danced in and out of view as her conversation became more animated. I noticed that Alex's eyes never left looking down that décolletage, taking in the beauty so obviously on offer as Yvette's hand lifted the black woman's dress higher and higher.

"Lift your dress out of the way darling," Yvette commanded her, in a firm but never sharp voice.

Alex silently lifted slightly in the chair to pull her dress to her waist. I immediately looked down, feasting on a completely bare pubis, shaven like mine. Her belly was taut and flat, her thighs strong and inviting as she opened her legs wide as if anticipating the next command. My eyes met Yvette's as I looked up again and I saw lust, raw and open. Her hand sped quickly to her companion's pussy, two fingers entering without announcement between extensive labia. I heard the gasp from Alex, then silence again, as we continued to talk.

Now it was harder. Seamus had inserted two fingers into me as well and was pumping them in and out just as Yvette was doing on the other side. Also, just like me he was holding a conversation. I was jealous as glancing round I saw his other hand was around the judge's shoulder.

"Darling, don't allow emotions that are about possession enter your head," Auntie Yvette said, recognising the change in expression on my face as I turned back to speak to her. "Here we are about pleasure, pure and simple, and with whomever we fancy or fancy us. Nothing is taboo, except jealousy and paedophilia. The latter would be dealt with harshly, the former with a special punishment."

I could see Alex's breasts heaving under her flimsy garment. Yvette was sawing in and out of her with her fingers, which were now three. I was still floating in sexual pleasure, aroused so much but not enough to lose my control. In fact, I was realising I could sustain my sexual pleasure better than most, judging by the whimpers and cries as men and women came at the table. In contrast, Alex was losing her control, her breath more ragged, and her legs so wide that she was touching mine and Yvette's. I liked her warm flesh against me. I followed my instincts and reached for the knot at her neck, releasing her breasts from their silken prison. I gasped at the size and beauty of her tits, so lovely, their teats pencil hard. I grasped the one furthest from me, twisting the nipple until she moaned. Then the other tit I gave the same treatment to as Yvette bent on her side to lick and suck at the one I had prepared. There was a muffled grunt and then her fist was inside Alex, grinding hard and deep. It was my time to gasp. Could I ever do that? It seemed so extreme and yet when Alex came, her groans and moans audible around the room, then I found I wanted to find out. But that would be another time, so instead I dipped to the free tit and sucked and licked and bit it gently until Alex's many orgasms subsided. Then I sat up, said 'thank you' and proceeded to watch the action on the other side of me as Yvette and Alex hugged and kissed whilst the African princess (as I pictured her) recovered.

My own pleasure was subsiding now, having not been taken to orgasm. Seamus had removed his fingers from me to attend to the judge. He had her licking my juice from his hand whilst his other one was unbuttoning her dress. Like mine it had fastenings all the way from high neck to hem. Soon her mature body was bursting out, naked for everyone to see.

I marvelled at the well-preserved physique. She had clearly had children from the little silver lines that stretched on her hips and her belly, plus her teats were dark in the way only mothers' tits can be. Perhaps the greatest surprise was the glistening jewels that adorned her nipples and her clitoris. Again, she was a woman who preferred to be shaven; but the thought of her as a presiding judge in all her pompous gear hiding this sexy side to her made it even more erotic. It invited me to imagine what other socially and sexually devious things she liked.

It did not take long to find out.

She said something to Seamus that I did not catch. He stood up and beckoned to me to come round the back of him. So, I stood pressing into his back, my hands around his waist, peeking over his shoulder and down at Judge Julia Gerhardt who by now had completely discarded her dress. She may have been about 60 but she was turning this 18 year old on with her body. I liked the slight imperfections. I was completely turned on by the piercings. Ok, I confess, I wanted some.

I could feel Seamus's muscular arse pressing against my pussy mound and the firmness of his body. He was so warm, so inviting. I wanted him. Yes, I wanted him to be the first, most definitely. But how? He seemed to have eyes that were only for the judge at present.

"Undo my trousers and take out my cock, Maria."

There was no standing on ceremony here! I'd never undone a man's trousers before. I'd never held a penis, especially an angry one in my hand. How was I to hold it? What was I to do? 'Think, Maria,' I told myself. 'Think, what did they do in those porno films?' And I realised I did not know because every time the man just whipped his own cock out or it was naked anyway. 'Ok,' I said to myself. 'It will be simple unzipping him, then I reach into his briefs and hold the stiff cock.'

I felt so excited, my hands were shaking. I pressed close, tentatively, my shaking increasing not diminishing. Then I heard him...

"Yes, honey. I know it is your first time, so don't rush. Find my zip tab. That's it. Pull it down over the hard lump in my trousers. Yes, very good," he encouraged, my hand beginning to shake less but my pussy tingling with the excitement of seeing the cock of the man I knew I wanted to fuck. He continued. "You see I am very hard for both of you? Reach into my briefs and pull my dick out. Do it slowly, feel its hardness?"

"Oh, yes!" I heard myself saying like some excited schoolgirl.

"Now make sure it is fully free of my underpants...yes, that's it. Are you ready for the next bit?"

"I'm ready for anything I said," still marvelling at how hot and long he was, how thick it was in my fist, and the texture. I had no idea how beautiful it could feel to hold one. That was something daddy had not offered, no matter how open and intimate they had been. I knew now why. This was all part of my first time.

"Good girl," Seamus said, without any tone of patronising. "I want you to point it towards Judge Julia and she is going to show you how to suck cock, aren't you darling?"

She did not answer, just took the purple head avariciously into her wide-open mouth, sealed her lips around the beautiful veined rod, and began to pump her cheeks up and down the shaft, whilst holding the stem with her thumb and forefinger. She was so noisy, unlike my mother had been, making almost catlike mewing noises as she devoured my man. I watched with a mixture of awe and jealousy as she took him deep into her throat, seeming to do that swallowing trick; just like mummy had demonstrated earlier this evening with such clear erotic instruction. I chose not to tell Seamus that I'd already seen this glorious act.

Others at the table were watching intently, some salivating at the couple's antics, others taking a more active approach by lifting skirts or releasing cocks and masturbating openly. Yes, there was no ambiguity. No matter what my parents had said that things might or might not happen, they had! The air smelled of the sweet pungency of cunt liquid and the musk of men, as one by one people groaned, moaned and screamed their pleasure.

And what was so bizarre was that the waiters kept laying the food on the table, working around the various sex scenes that were developing.

Seamus was still going, even if Judge Julia had taken her other hand and was bringing herself off; rubbing so sexily over that bejewelled cunt of hers. I was fascinated watching her from behind my man, my titties hard and rubbing against the soft silk of my dress. Her wanking technique was so different from my own and yet equally effective.

I thought I would help and began kissing and nibbling at his ears and neck. My hands went to his belt and unbuckled him, then unbuttoned his waist on the trousers, letting the freed garment fall to the floor around his feet. I peeled his briefs down first with my hands but then without moving position, used my foot to take them to the floor. Soon one hand was exploring his balls, so big and tight to his body at the front, and my other was squeezing and scraping nails over his lovely arse cheeks. I could feel him change, tensing, his balls seeming to pulse in my hand.

"Are you going to come my chosen fucker?" I asked loudly; letting my mind rule what language escaped my lips. I felt wonderfully sexy, hungry for him. I wanted his cock in me; that old jealousy creeping back driving me, but I also wanted to see what the Judge would do to him. She began to change her tactic, from overt pumping and sucking to alternating times when she pulled back her head, took his uncircumcised cock-head and peeled the protective skin right back. Then, she stuck out her long, pointy tongue and proceeded to lick Seamus's hard cock head around its rim and up and down the dome. Occasionally she would tease at the eye to his pee-hole, licking up dribbles of what I now guessed to be sperm. Then she would plunge his cock back into her mouth and down her throat, whilst all the time she was wanking her sexy little clitty.

He was groaning now, his arse cheeks noticeably tightening, his breathing ragged and his body moving to seek her mouth as if fucking a cunt. She was whimpering, her fingers now moving at breakneck speed over her gorgeous clitty.

Abruptly he pulled away from her lips, taking her face in his hands and with a final loud groan and a 'oh, fucking hell...yes Judge, yes...I'm going to cum...' he sprayed globules of the stuff all over her face. I watched fascinated as the glutinous mass jetted and spat at her cheeks, her open mouth, onto her chin, then slowly slithered and dripped onto her long neck and down to her titties at a speed that was almost glacial.

He pulled me round to her, holding my hand hard, giving me no option.

"Lick the cum off her and learn what it tastes and feels like. I won't pretend you will like it instantly. It is like an Irish stout, it takes a few times before you enjoy it." He laughed, then said seriously, "Now kneel and lick Judge's face, titties and neck."

I smelt the pungent cum, a slightly bleach-like smell yet somehow arousing. I dipped my tongue into one of the transluscent globules that dripped from her chin, then lapped upwards to her lips, mimicking a porn star I'd seen doing this on one of daddy's DVD's. I smelt another scent too. It must have been the musk from Seamus's cock around her lips. It mingled with the cum. I liked it, in fact I enjoyed the slightly bitter yet salty spunk and began to lap her face avidly, then moved down her neck and over her wonderful, shapely breasts that seemed to have some but not too much sag for a woman of uncertain years. I liked the feel of her hard nipples as I licked off little pools of his gooey pleasure. More than that, I loved the tiny sounds that the Judge was making, her right hand gently caressing my hair as she encouraged me to lathe my tongue over her. I deliberately teased with hard then soft laps, even licking where no more cum existed but I knew would excite and please her. I felt her whole body shake, sensing what her left hand was doing as I licked her, knowing I was giving her pleasure and enjoying the power that existed in that simple sex tool, my tongue.

In fact, in that moment I decided to take control. I pulled her hand away from her pussy, feeling the sodden digits against my palm. "No," I said, then cupped my hand to her dripping cunt and slipped my index finger into the slit. I found her clitty and at the same time bore down on one of her breasts, sucking the hard teat into my mouth quite viciously. It did not take more than a few frantic wanks of her stiff little clitty to bring her to her first of several orgasms. I held on to her, licking her body up and up until my tongue stabbed between her lips, and I engaged her in a hard, passionate French kiss, while my other hand was unforgiving. I knew she wanted to rest her sensitive cunt between cumming, but I would have none of it. I continued to tease and play with her pouting cunt lips and clit, making her ride any discomfort until the next orgasm was upon her and then I wanked her mercilessly. She screamed into my mouth, then shook and shook as the orgasms this time came in rapid succession.

What pleasure it gave me to make her orgasm so many times! I was extremely proud of myself. I knew it would please mummy and daddy who were watching and I was excited by the idea of reliving this when we talked at the end of the day, just as we had always done about other 'first events'. However, this was not my only pleasure. No, Seamus had been behind me as I played with the Judge and I'd felt his fingers insinuate themselves into my cunt, finger fucking me and saying the most obscene things in my ear. Also, his thumb was in my arsehole and as far as he could get it, then pulled nearly out, then back again; over and over, as my cunny juice dribbled down my inner thighs and I began to bore down on his digits as much as possible. It felt wonderful, but I knew I wanted more...much more...

I wanted a cock, his cock to be precise, sawing between my thighs. Would he ever ask? Or, better still, would he just take me? I wanted him to fuck me against the table, hard up my cunt. I'd seen and read enough this past week to know my curiosity needed satisfying. I wanted a good hard rogering. I didn't care there were others around, recognising that like my parents I enjoyed an audience. In fact, I think I'd have been turned off, or at least less enthusiastic, if no one had watched. So many 'firsts' were happening here. I was on a steep learning curve but I wanted everything - and quickly. My body hungered for that fuck, for being used and abused in as many ways as could possibly be imagined. Yes, I was a greedy, horny bitch and I did not care, only for infinite pleasure.

The judge was now totally exhausted and lain on her back on the table, probably on top of plates and maybe even food but it did not seem to deter her. I was on top of her, bent over, my legs wide apart and Seamus's hands fucking both holes. I could hear someone calling out.

"Stop fingering her for fuck's sake you Irish bastard, get your meaty dick right up her! I can see its ready..."

It was the Judge, whose hands were now sliding down my dress undoing the buttons one by one, so that more and more of me was exposed and rubbed against her hot body. I felt her hands pleasuring my tits as she stopped momentarily on her trip south. She continued, leaving the movements of firm globes rubbing against each other to give pleasure as her hands eventually unbuttoned all the tiny fastenings right to the hem, then allowed her fingers to stroke over my cunt that was being finger-fucked exquisitely. I understood the utility of the dresses, so clever: fuck with and tease, fuck without and look the whore. And that was what I wanted to be; the fucking whore. So, the stripping off was essential to my persona. I wanted to be naked, exposed and on offer.

Now all I needed was that big dick. No, that fucking big dick. I wanted it so badly. In fact, if I was honest the man at the end meant nothing at this point, only that long, thick cock that with a quick glance behind me I could see was rearing up again. I was amazed. Mummy had told me they took time to get stiff again, well she was obviously wrong.