Forbidden Reading (16 page)

Her nervousness turned to panic.

Hands fell on her arms, shoulders, waist and breasts.

Mouths touched her cheeks and nipples. Fingers stole against her backside, between her buttocks, then against her sex. Tongues lapped at her bare flesh. Beautiful faces and handsome bodies invaded her personal space and pressed intolerably close. The glitter of exquisitely crafted masks caused dizzying sparkles to blind her momentarily. She caught glimpses of hard cocks, splayed pussies and bared breasts – one memorably pierced by a shiny bolt of gold – and then there were too many of them for her to see any one detail. The scent of bare skin; the fragrance of perfume, perspiration and arousal; it was all too much to accept and understand as the crowd descended. With her emotions swaying from dismay to delight Justine felt sure she would swoon from the sensory overload. Every accessible pore of her body was being stroked, touched or caressed. She briefly fretted that she was going to lose her footing, and then that was no longer a consideration as she was swept from the floor by a pair of strong and masculine arms.

A flurry of unknown hands stroked and caressed her body. She was touched in the most intimate places and her excitement rose to the same pitch as her apprehension. Someone kissed her; one nipple was teased between a finger and thumb; something rounded slipped against the lips of her sex; a daring intruder tested the resistance at her anus.

Away from the grunting sighs of those around her, Justine could hear that the string quartet had begun another piece. She couldn’t place the melody or the composer but she recognised the music had the same disorienting quality as the Khachaturian waltz to which she had danced with Sartine. Combined with her arousal and excitement, she began to grow dizzy as the crowd carried her around the room.

‘…see you kiss her pussy…’

‘…I’ll have her…’

‘…want to lick every…’

‘…need to taste that…’

‘…fuck her good and hard…’

The voices blurred until she couldn’t tell if they were male or female; antagonistic or extremely aroused. She realised distantly that her body was now being carried in a specific direction but that observation did little to help her understand the situation or guess how it would now develop. Warm fingers slid easily in and out of her sex while the hands at her breast excited her hard nipples to an unbearable degree. Someone persistent had teased through the tight muscle of her anus and the blossom of expectation left Justine giddy with the need to climax. She tried turning to see who was teasing her with such forbidden intimacy but so many mouths hungered to press against her face that she couldn’t differentiate one person from another or see beyond the immediate forest of masked eyes.

‘This way.’

Sartine’s voice carried over the babble of the crowd.

‘I want her over here.’

Justine realised she was being herded toward the sound of the Captain and heard the clatter of furniture being moved and the crowd parting before her. She only understood what was happening when hands went beneath her buttocks, someone pulled the cheeks of her backside apart, and she was eased into a sitting position. Before she had a chance to think that the guests might have finished having their fun with her bare body, she was deposited on the lap of a stranger.

He was blessed with a deliciously large and hard erection.

The hands that held and positioned her now stretched at the skin of her buttocks until she realised where the erection was going to go. A moment of doubt tightened her stomach – she held her breath and braced herself for the pain – and then the length was sliding into her rear. Justine caught a breath, delighted by the penetration and shocked by the easy way her body was accepting the crude entry. The muscle of her sphincter was stretched to bursting point – a spasm of pain threatened to eclipse the joy of being filled – and then the first burgeoning waves of a climax scorched through her body.

There was no time to savour the glory of the moment. Her heartbeat raced; another pair of strangers kissed her; fingers teased against her buttocks and sex; the shaft ploughed deep into her rear. Someone suckled against her left breast while a crueller mouth nibbled at her right. The constant escalation of pleasure threatened to be more than she could bear. Roughly her thighs were pulled further apart and the weight of a second erection pushed at her cleft.

Justine gasped for air.

She wondered if she should tell the man in front of her that she was already being taken from behind. The etiquette of how to deport oneself at an orgy was something she had never previously encountered but her reservations never made it to her lips. He bucked his hips forward, pushed himself inside, and she was thrilled as his shaft burrowed deep into her pussy. Impaled on two organs, able to feel both of them as they slid inside her and squashed together, Justine knew a scream of delight was building in her chest. The masks continued to hide the identity of those all around her – she had no way of knowing which man was buried in her sex and no desire to see the face of the one pushing into her rear – but their anonymity only added to the exotic mystery of the occasion. Hands and mouths still clawed at her as she grunted her way toward orgasm. With a breathless certainty Justine knew, when the climax did come, it was going to strike her with a furious power. She clenched her jaw and steeled herself in preparation for its impact.

A pair of erections pushed at her mouth.

They came at her from the left and the right and she briefly wondered if the excess of pleasure had inspired double vision. After blinking and shaking her head she understood what was expected of her and wanted to fall on both shafts with animalistic hunger. There was a moment’s hesitation as she tried to decide which cock she should accept in her mouth first. But there was never any consideration given to the idea that she could refuse either. The dark dusky purple length and the slender red shaft hovered enticingly in front of her lips. They were both leaking with arousal, a glisten of excitement glossed one glans while the other stared at her from behind a pearl-like bead of semen.

Justine knew she had already given herself to the hedonism of the evening but she was determined to bask in every joy available. That decision hadn’t been made so she could meet the criteria of Sartine’s standards or maintain a façade that would ultimately benefit Mrs Weiss. She wanted to enjoy every pleasure at her disposal this evening because she knew an opportunity like this would never make itself available ever again. Opening her mouth wide, allowing Sartine’s guests to dictate the limitations, she moved herself forward and allowed both erections to punch between her lips. Smiling up at the masked men above her, Justine accepted their cocks onto her tongue.

The taste of pre-come; the scents of sweat and arousal; the sensation of being used by four erections; the sounds of the crowd hungrily clamouring to be near her; the sight of so much exquisite nudity; all invaded her senses. Justine hadn’t known she could climax with such ease and, when the first orgasm was wrung from her body, she was as shocked by its speed and power as the men who were using her.

A spasm started in her groin and then shuddered ripple-like through her body. Its power was phenomenal, jolting through every nerve-ending until she was alive and bright with a glow of pure satisfaction. A groan of elation burst from her lips and she basked in the thrill of release as a second wave of delight tore through her.

The erection in her rear pulsed and her sphincter convulsed around its girth. She could feel the shaft thickening – stretching her anus impossibly wide – and then it quivered and douched her bowel with a scalding rush of ejaculate.

The length in her pussy trembled next. Its pace quickened as it buried deep and bruised the neck of her womb. She gasped, clutched tight at the man above her, and then languished in a roar of responses as he squirted his seed deep into her pussy.

The plateaus of pleasure came so hard they were almost intolerable. Justine hadn’t thought her body could suffer so much euphoria, and she began to tense with dread as the first orgasm reached a glorious peak and then threatened to bombard her senses with more cataclysmic bursts of ecstasy. Her heart had raced before: now it pounded like a deafening timpani. She sucked on the two shafts that filled her mouth, throwing every effort into taking them past the point of orgasm, and was rewarded by a pair of united pulses.

Blindingly bright, more flashbulbs exploded. Her earlier worry about being shamed by photographs was now forgotten. The idea that her acts of daring would be recorded forever added a new dimension to the thrill of the evening.

Her tongue was coated with the gelatinous spend from two strangers and she quickly swallowed. The noisome flavour was simultaneously disgusting and delicious. It made her want to gag with revulsion and shriek with delight. Dizzied by the conflicting extremes, she was too busy enjoying the moment to try and rationalise her reactions. Caught up in the mood of the party, she could only swallow and wallow in the joy of being used.

With obscene ease, fresh erections replaced those spent ones that had used her.

The shaft that penetrated her rear slid effortlessly inside, helped by the lubrication of her previous lover’s climax. The thicker length that pushed into her pussy was just as easily accommodated, and Justine didn’t know whether to feel shocked by her own depravity or giddy from the pleasure of this new extreme. She choked back a scream of animal hunger and accepted the pair of erections that were thrust toward her face. Panting heavily, she sucked on them both and rolled her tongue against their bulbous ends.

She lost track of the number of men who used her and the number of orgasms they inspired. In no mood for playing counting games she simply gave herself over to the delight of being brought to climax after climax. Distantly, she could hear the string quartet shifting from one tune to another, but it was a background music that didn’t properly intrude on her concentration. A part of her understood that the evening was rushing quickly past but, with her thoughts fixed only on her personal pleasure, she didn’t fret about the details. When the last erection had pulsed into her mouth, the excess spend dribbling over her lower lip to join the creamy beard that soaked her jaw, Justine only wanted to weep with gratitude.

‘Are you acquiring
La Coste
for yourself, Justine?’

She blinked at the questioner and realised it was Sartine. After the heady joys of all she had just savoured his question jarred discordantly with the ambience of the evening. Common sense told her he had chosen this moment because he thought her defences would be at their lowest. She didn’t know much about the psychology of interviews and interrogation but she reasoned that, when a subject was distracted, they were least likely to remember a lie. And she supposed Sartine was rationalising along the same lines and trying to trick her into giving a truthful response.

‘No,’ she said softly. ‘I’m not acquiring
La Coste
for myself.’

Through the slits of his mask, Justine could see Sartine’s eyes widen.

Without hesitating, she added, ‘I don’t want it
just
for myself. I want it so my new lover can read from its pages while I tongue her pussy. That’s what I want it for.’

She didn’t know whether it was disappointment or admiration that furrowed his brow but she quietly understood that she had passed another of his tests. There was no time to enjoy any feelings of success from the accomplishment because he chose that moment to hand her to a party of masked females who eagerly crowded around her.

Her legs trembled beneath her and she was aware of aches and stiffnesses that she hadn’t expected to suffer. While she had been kept in a sitting position, Justine hadn’t thought she was exerting that much effort or energy. But it seemed as though each violent orgasm had taken its toll and her muscles throbbed as though she had come back from an arduous workout. Not allowing the discomfort to spoil her enjoyment of the evening, Justine stumbled eagerly toward the waiting crowd.

A breast was pushed against her mouth.

She had barely begun to suckle against the nipple when a feminine tongue licked at the lustre of semen coating the tops of her thighs. Fingers and lips combined to tease her to a sudden frenzy of arousal. The memory of every ache and pain was suddenly forgotten as the need for more pleasure took hold. At the back of her mind, Justine knew that she hadn’t fully recovered from the barrage of climaxes that had already been wrought upon her. But the party’s female guests were thrusting her toward a point of no return and she was happy to follow their lead. The inner muscles of her sex throbbed from the repeated spasms and convulsions she had been made to suffer and Justine couldn’t bring herself to fight the burden of enduring more.

Delicate mouths moved close to her sex, teasing her clitoris and lapping gently against the sticky labia. Manicured nails and velvet fingers stroked her skin with caresses that were the height of sensitivity. Justine caught her breath, and then released it in a long and tranquil sigh. She stared down at her chest and saw two beautiful masked faces devouring her breasts. Turning from one mischievous smile to the other, shivering as both breasts were teased to an unbearable scream of responsiveness, her arousal spiralled to new heights.

The dynamism of the men was swiftly becoming a memory as the gentle passion of the female guests transported Justine to a dizzying revelation of ecstasy. She groaned as the frustration built in her loins and then sighed as a carefully placed kiss sated the desire for orgasm. Enthralled that so much pleasure could be hers in one evening, she relaxed into the arms of the women around her and allowed her body to be licked, touched and nuzzled.

The climax came more forcefully this time.

Fingers had punctured her sex, sliding easily in and out of her semen-lubricated hole. A gifted hand teased at the nub of her clitoris, squeezing the bead of flesh and treating it to the stimulation it so desperately needed. Two fingers – possibly belonging to two separate people – penetrated her anus and wriggled easily back and forth. A giddy rush of joy took hold of Justine and hurtled her toward an epiphany of bliss. Her mouth was dry; the tendons in her neck strained from exertion; tremors shook their way through her body. She gasped, grunted and cursed as the welter of delight shook her frame. With a wail of tortured pleasure, she tore herself from all the skilful hands that teased at her bare body and curled into a satisfied ball.