Until Brent pushed her legs apart, wide. Then she felt only naughty. Delightfully so. She bit her lip as he studied her cunt, appearing enraptured, and her entire body pulsed to realize that, around them, more and more people were breaking into couples or groups, touching, kissing, pulling down bodices, raising skirts. She sensed
their
eyes on
her
, too—on her slit, which surely glistened in the candlelight, and it made her all the more eager.
“Lady Jenna,” Brent said from between her knees, “your pussy looks delectable.”
She sucked in her breath, felt her breasts lift slightly within the tight confines that held them, and offered her most inviting expression. “You should taste it.”
When Brent’s warm mouth sank over her cunt, she cried out from the abrupt pleasure. She couldn’t have held in her hot sighs if she’d tried—so she didn’t try. As the classical music swirled around her, as the elegance blended with decadence, Jenna sank fully into the strange ambience of the gathering: the sex, the atmosphere, the fantasy. Brent feasted on her vigorously—licking, kissing—and she relished the way he looked between her stocking-covered thighs, the tightness of the corset, all the finery and rich fabrics, everything. She felt glorious, alive, and indeed, free.
Just then, a pretty woman in a powdered wig sat down beside her, peering longingly at Jenna through a glittery pink mask. The girl was altogether feminine and sexy, from her moist pink lips to the watered pink silk of her gown, trimmed in mounds of white lace and tiny pink bows. “I must kiss you, my lady,” she said, sounding eager and almost demure at the same time.
Without even thinking of Brent for a change, Jenna, caught up in the moment, murmured, “Yes, please.” Then she sighed softly in response to Brent’s continuing ministrations below.
Gently cupping Jenna’s jaw, the girl leaned in for a soft, tender kiss, heightening every sensation rushing through Jenna’s body. Quickly, however, the kisses deepened—when the girl’s tongue pressed between Jenna’s lips, Jenna met it with her own, after which she simply quit thinking, shut her eyes, and kissed her the same as she would kiss Brent. Soon the girl in pink was leaning over Jenna as they made out, their breasts pressing, rubbing together.
When the girl’s lips left hers, Jenna watched in awe as the other woman slowly tugged at Jenna’s bodice, finally revealing her nipples. “Oooh,” the pretty girl moaned at the sight of them, beaded and hard, jutting overtop the laced edge of the fabric. She smiled as she bent to lick one of them, and Jenna bit her lip, watching. She trembled as the effects arced through her, combining with the continued pleasures from Brent at her cunt. Meeting his gaze, she knew, even through the mask, that he was well-pleased—and she tried to part her legs still further, wanting to open herself to him, and to this experience, more and more.
Jenna’s female companion continued to kiss and lick at her turgid nipples, sometimes gentle and playful, at other moments starting to suckle and nibble more roughly—a sensation that shot straight to Jenna’s engorged clit. She began to feel completely devoured by her lovers. And she soon wanted to return the favor.
So even as her new girlfriend licked and teased her tight nipples, Jenna reached to caress her breasts. Like Jenna’s, they were pressed upward in a corset, leaving Jenna unable to truly cup the globes in her palms as she wanted—so she played around the bared upper ridges with her fingertips, teasing the flesh just above the bodice.
Finally, the other girl’s kisses ceased as she sat upright to encourage Jenna’s touches. Jenna leaned in to kiss her soft upper breasts as Brent’s lengthy feasting continued below. Mmm, God, her cunt hummed beneath his mouth, and to make sure he knew it, she paused to peer down at him. “Keep eating me, my lord,” she purred.
Then she looked back to her lady in pink, bit her lip as another last inhibition dropped away, and pulled at the silken bodice until her breasts were freed—not only from the fabric, it seemed, but the corset had lowered, too, so that the other girl’s tits tumbled freely from the dress, tipped with pale pink peaks.
“Oh, kiss them, my lady,” the girl begged, and Jenna obliged. She raked her tongue gently over one nipple, focusing on the feel of the pearl-like bead—then she followed the urge to run her tongue around it.
Moving to the other lovely tit, Jenna closed her lips over it, sucking lightly, delighting when the girl moaned—a sound she felt between her legs. She pumped softly at Brent’s mouth as she suckled the pretty girl’s nipple, then raised slightly to brush her own bared breasts against the other pair. Both girls sighed, rubbing their tits together.
The light play of hard, pointed nipples against Jenna’s breasts sent such a burst of pleasure exploding through her that she could scarcely believe she hadn’t yet come. The sensations were intense, spreading through her whole body now, and she could only attribute her staying power to wanting to make this last.
When her pretty girlfriend leaned back on the divan, a move that sent her medium tits pointing upward, Jenna returned her tongue to the breast nearest her, again licking, teasing, pleasing—as she molded the girl’s other tit in her palm.
It was when an unexpected warmth came near Jenna’s hand that she looked up to see a masked gentleman with dark, unkempt hair had joined them, leaning in to suck on the spare nipple. Jenna didn’t stop, instantly intrigued by sharing the girl the same as Brent had shared
her
so many times. And even when the man’s hand reached out, closing around one of
Jenna
’s exposed breasts, she didn’t stop. She felt wild. Free. Delightfully dirty. Ultimate pleasure was hers. Ultimate sexual freedom.
Just then, a deep groan echoed from Brent’s mouth—vibrating through the deepest part of her pussy—and she looked down to see . . . oh—oh God.
Brent was no longer alone. Another masked man held Brent’s erect cock in his hand.
Chapter 13
J
enna had lifted her right foot to the divan at some point and now Brent shifted as well, angling his body to one side, even as he ate her pussy. He moved from his knees to his ass, legs spread, knees bent, breeches open, his beautiful cock jutting like an obelisk through another guy’s fist.
Such warmth permeated her at the startling sight that she abandoned her girlfriend’s breast. The move led her to rest her head on the plump mound she’d just deserted—but her playmate seemed undaunted, simply looping her arm around Jenna from behind to begin tweaking and twirling one of Jenna’s nipples between her fingertips.
Jenna watched in awe as Brent’s new companion—younger, clearly sexy—bent to take his cock into his mouth. Her pussy jolted at the sight, almost violently—but she still managed not to come. Brent lifted his head, his face wet with her juices, to meet her gaze.
“So hot,” she breathed, and immediately saw the heat and relief mingling in his eyes—he’d obviously cared if this aroused her; he’d obviously worried it would not.
As if in reply, Brent smoothly inserted two fingers into her cunt, making her sob—just as the man who’d caressed her breast before now did so again, still suckling the other girl’s tit. Thus both of Jenna’s breasts were fondled as Brent fucked her with his fingers—but for the moment, he turned his eyes on what took place between his legs.
Jenna had never seen one man sucking another’s cock before and the vision transfixed her—especially since Brent’s low groans told her how deep his pleasure ran. And as the younger guy slid his mouth capably up and down Brent’s erection, it hit her: Good Lord, could that be Ryan, the cute waiter she’d met early in her stay? But before she could ponder it further, Brent turned suddenly back to her parted slit, burying his face there with a wild fury that made her cry out.
She watched Brent pump his rock-hard column into that male mouth as, at her pussy, he latched on to her swollen clit, sucking deep and rhythmic. Still mesmerized by the cocksucking, she writhed bra zenly against Brent now, getting closer and closer—oh God, yes, it was coming—and then finally she was screaming as the orgasm rocked her body involuntarily, as the whole scene seemed to collapse around her in a glorious, replete climax she couldn’t have imagined.
The moment the waves of intense pleasure faded, Brent released her clit and let out a hot, low groan, whispered the words, “Fuck—
now
,” and thrust harder into his male lover’s mouth, coming. She’d never gotten to see that before—Brent coming with someone other than her—and it was an amazing, arousing sight that made her skin prickle and her pussy pulse anew. She practically wanted to come again herself, just witnessing the obscenely hot vision.
When it was over, Brent’s cheek came to rest on her bare thigh. She stroked his hair and let her head fall back against the divan, eyes closing, and sensed their other companions drifting away to seek greener pastures now that they’d both reached orgasm.
But Jenna needed to be closer to him now, and since, all around them, half-clothed bodies sprinkled not only the furniture but the carpet as well, she eased herself to the floor with Brent to lie down, drawing his head to her chest.
When Brent opened his eyes after a short, orgasm-induced sleep—which he didn’t usually fall prey to, but he’d been more sexually active this week than usual—he found “Lady Jenna” curled up in his arms, her bodice still pulled low. His cock flopped lazily from the opening in his pants, reminding him: She’d watched Ryan suck him off. And she’d loved it. He couldn’t have imagined such a response from Jenna even a few days ago and simply recalling the look in her eyes made his dick begin perking back to life.
Around them, the sex party raged on—they lay in the middle of what had become a tangled mass of bodies and hands and revealed private parts.
As he shifted to take in the rest of the room, Jenna stirred, soon lifting her head, peering down into his eyes. He reached up to pull her sparkly mask back into place—it had gotten skewed in sleep. “We can’t have you revealing your identity, can we, Lady Jenna?” he whispered teasingly.
Instead of replying to what he’d said, she simply rasped, “I want more,” and reached down to slide her cool palm over his cock, now nearly half hard.
The touch, and her need, took away all his amusement. “Then more you shall have. Take whatever you like.”
And then Jenna began to kiss him. He’d gotten far too attached to that simple affection with her, but for now, he indulged fully, meeting her tongue with his, letting her feel his desire.
Soon she was pulling him to sit upright in the middle of the floor, then lifting her brocade skirt to straddle him. His erection was stiff and full now, and he released a low growl when she skimmed her wet slit provocatively up and down his length, just before—God yes—she lowered herself onto him. They both groaned and her head fell back, and he liked knowing he felt bigger inside her in this position.
“Am I huge in you, sunshine?” he asked throatily near her ear.
She drew back slightly, bit her lip, and sounded lost in passion. “Impossibly so.”
She began to ride him then, purring and moaning as she found her rhythm. He molded one hand to her ass under the dress; the other he used to knead her breast—before bending to suckle it. He loved her tight nipple on his tongue, between his lips—the sensation stretched straight to his groin.
Couples, trios, and other configurations fucked all around them—the string quartet could barely be heard above all the moans and groans and dirty whispers—but for Brent, there was only Jenna, looking beautifully naughty and eager as he pumped up into her. “Ride me, baby,” he growled, and she ground her pussy on him harder.
Damn, she was so sexy, his Little Mary Sunshine gone bad—and he yearned to give her more and more pleasure.
Just behind her stood Zack with two girls—both guests, Brent thought, since he didn’t recognize them—who knelt before him and took turns going down on him. And Brent knew Zack well enough to know his overriding sexual preference was, indeed, having his cock sucked. So as the two girls began kissing one another, seeming to forget the large phallus in their midst, Brent met his gaze, silently summoning him.
When an erect, veined cock suddenly appeared at eye level next to Jenna, she glanced up, looking slightly taken aback. So Brent was glad when Zack briefly lifted his mask to give her a quick wink hello, knowing it would put her at ease for what he hoped would happen next.
Lowering her eyes back to Brent, her expression was a charming mix of daring and sheepishness. So he would help her along.
As they fucked, he reached up, took hold of Zack’s hard-on, and drew it toward Jenna’s mouth.
He couldn’t decide whether or not to be surprised when she parted her lips willingly—but as they closed over Zack’s cock, it was all Brent could do not to come.
Above, Zack groaned, beginning to glide gingerly in and out, and Brent’s limbs actually grew weak watching her suck another guy this way, just a few inches from his face, while he moved in her below.
A few minutes later, Jenna extracted the shaft from her swollen lips—then guided it toward
Brent’s
mouth.
He didn’t hesitate. What Jenna wanted tonight, he would gladly give her. He opened wide, let her feed Zack’s erection to him. He welcomed the fullness in his mouth, no stranger to the sensation—and he kept his eyes on Jenna as he worked, pleased with how awestruck she appeared. Her eyes, her lips, were incredibly close, and just like when it was
her
mouth being fucked, something about the nearness made it ultimately more intense.
“I want him to come in your mouth,” she said, undulating on him wetly. And everything inside him clenched at sharing this fresh, new dirty lust with her.
He sucked Zack with more vigor, and within seconds, Zack was thrusting, sliding his length roughly toward Brent’s throat. Jenna looked enthralled, growing more and more excited, and Brent only hoped Zack exploded before
he
did, since he was having a hard time holding back now.