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Saturnalia
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Saturnalia We’re invited to join a group of discreet couples who swap partners one night a week. This brings us into contact with all kinds of swinging types. Among the people I get to know is a man named Philip, about whom it’s whispered that he has some connection to an elite sex club. Philip catches me by surprise one day with an unexpected offer. He tells me he belongs to a secret society of libertines that has private group sex parties. He says he’s told other members about me and was given permission to invite me to a Roman orgy scheduled for the week before Christmas. He asks me if I’m interested. “What about my lady?” I ask. “Is she invited, too?” “I didn’t mention your lover to them,” Philip says. “This invitation is for you only. Perhaps we can include your lover in one of our future events.” I’m flattered to be invited into this apparently exclusive world, even though they appear to have snubbed my girlfriend. But I can’t pass up a chance like this, one that might never come my way again. The week before Christmas I tell you I’m taking a day off from work to go fishing with my friend Jack. After work, I drive about 60 miles to a sleepy little town up the coast, following the directions I was given. In my pocket is a small card embossed with the word “Saturnalia.” At last I turn onto a side road and drive up to the entrance of a sprawling estate. I’m greeted by a valet in a neat uniform. I hand him my card, and he checks my name on his list of guests. “Go right in,” he says. “Enjoy the party.” He gets behind the wheel to park my car as I walk up to the front door and go in. I enter a spacious den dominated by a towering pine, festively decked out for the holidays. The top of the tree, where an angel traditionally perches, is occupied by a big-bosomed nude Venus, the Roman goddess of fertility. The tree ornaments include sex toys, phalluses, and assorted erotica. A crowd of people mill around, among them an assortment of great-looking women in various revealing outfits. As my gaze sweeps the room I spot a dark-eyed, long-haired blonde with shapely legs, clad in a see-through black chiffon gown that reveals black panties and the absence of a bra. I casually amble over to her, trying to think up a witty icebreaker. “I hear it’s Christmas time,” I say to her, “but this looks more like Mardi Gras to me.” “It’s Saturnalia,” she replies, smiling warmly. “The old Roman feast. Seven days of non-stop gluttony, drunkenness, and totally nasty fucking.” “And did the Roman babes wear outfits as breathtaking as the one you have on?” “I wore this in a porn movie once,” she says. She reaches down and brushes her fingertips over my fly, giving me tingles that make my rod stiffen. My hand ventures up to her breast, giving it a soft squeeze. My thumb teases her nipple through the sheer material. As I’m fondling her boob, she keeps unbroken eye contact with me. “That’s all me,” she says. “No silicon. Just natural titty flesh.” “I can’t decide which of Santa’s lists you belong on,” I say. “The nice or the naughty.” “Definitely the naughty,” she laughs. “But the list I’m interested in is your fuck list for tonight. How does a girl get her name on it?” “You’re already penciled in at number one, sweetheart.” “Cool. Keep it hard for me, guy. I’ll see you when things warm up. Right now I have to go join my husband.” I watch her in surprise as she leaves me to join a well-dressed man old enough to be her father. I figure she’s a gold-digger, but I don’t care, as long as I get to fuck her. Just then I feel a hand clasp my shoulder and turn to see Philip, the man who invited me. “Glad you could make it,” he says. “The party has already started. Better get down there before all the tight young twats have already found partners.” Most of the crowd is exiting the den. I follow the general exodus down a flight of stairs and into a large, cavernous room with double doors. Inside, I feel instantly swept into another world. Soft lighting casts a mystic glow. The fragrance of incense and the subdued drone of dreamlike flute music creates the ambiance of a decadent pagan festival. As my eyes adjust to the light, I make out the shapes of many revelers, some removing their clothing, others already locked in a variety of carnal embraces. A few feet away a man is humping a woman doggie-style. On a sofa, two women are wrapped together in a 69 position. On the floor, a girl is taking on two men at once, one cock buried in her pussy and the other in her mouth. From every direction comes the exotic sounds of copulating bodies, and everywhere I look women are sucking cocks, and men are thrusting into the cunts of women obviously not their wives. I spot a sexy woman stripped to her panties, lying on a silk-covered bed, her upper torso raised as she props herself up on her elbows. My eyes strain to make out her face, and as I move toward her my heart skips a beat when I realize that it’s you. I freeze. What the fuck are you doing here? So that’s why you were so chipper about me going off on a “fishing trip.” You made plans of your own. It all makes sense now. We both accepted separate<b> invitations </font></b>to this event, and we chose to keep it secret from the other. As you lie there, you’re approached by a well-hung man with a huge, muscular body. You look up at him wantonly, the nymph temptress beckoning the satyr to mate with her. He wastes no time. He reaches down and tugs at your panties until they slide off your ass and down your legs. He pulls them off and flings them aside. Sinking to his knees, he drops his face to your labia. Your legs close around his bobbing head, hugging it with your thighs as you climax almost immediately. Then he rises up to mount you, wedging his pelvis into the crevice of your spreading legs. Standing back out of the light, I lurk like a peeping Tom, silently observing my lover being ravished by a man neither of us has ever met. Your arms and legs wrap around him as I stand there watching you copulate. He jabs into you, his balls slapping your buttocks with each thrust as he plunges repeatedly into you. I become so mesmerized watching you fuck that I’m abruptly jolted down to earth when a feminine hand slips into mine. I turn to see the blonde in see-through black chiffon smiling at me. “Hi, guy, remember me?” “How could I forget the number one lady on my fuck list?” I smile. “Let’s take a stroll. I have a spot for us on the other side of the room, where your dick and my pussy can get physical with each other.” “Where’s your husband?” “He’s watching us right now. He never participates. He gets off watching me get my brains fucked out by other men.” She leads me across the room to a dark corner, where her husband sits on a sofa, sipping a martini and smoking a pipe. The blonde sits down next to him, with me on the other side of her. She hastily unbuckles my belt and unzips me, then pulls down my pants and boxers. As my cock throbs free, she bends down to it, rubbing my knob over her lips as though it were a tube of lipstick. She teasingly licks the throbbing head with her tongue, then takes my whole tool in her mouth, swallowing it all the way until my knob presses the back of her throat. I glace over at her husband, who sits chewing the stem of his pipe as placidly as a figure carved in stone, his eyelids half shut. Now and then he glances down at his wife as she performs fellatio on a total stranger. Finally she lets my cock slip from her mouth and looks at me. “Do you eat pussy?” she asks. “I’d love to eat yours,” I tell her. She pulls off her panties and straddles me, lowering her crotch onto my face. My tongue dips into her slit, sliding over her pussy lips and her pert little pearl. Juices froth from her opening, flowing onto my lips and chin. “Oh, that is so fucking good!” she gasps. “I want you inside me now!” She lies back and spreads her legs, the crown of her head nuzzled against her husband’s thigh. As I mount her, she reaches down, groping for my cock, and guides it into her pink meat. Her arms and legs wrap around me, her nylon-clad calves resting on my lower back. With each plunge of my dick into her cunt, her heels bounce on my buttocks. The way her ass wriggles wildly with each penetration gives me added pleasure. “Right there, right there!” she pants. “You’re hitting it just right!” Others are now turning their attention to us, and I become aware of spectators inching closer. The blonde and I have suddenly become a show! I don’t expect anything like this, and it’s giving me a head trip like I could never have imagined. As I glance briefly at the voyeurs, I catch sight of a familiar face. You stand there stark naked, gawking at us with a peculiar smile on your face. Watch it all, I think with a surge of titillation. Watch everything. I turn my full attention back to the blonde as you and her husband, along with more anonymous spectators, look on at our entangled bodies. I soon feel myself about to blow, and I accelerate the pace of my thrusts. A moment later, I gasp with the tingling release of my sperm as it pulses into her twat. The blonde pulls my face down to hers, smothering my lips with kisses while her snatch milks out the final dribbles of my jism. As I collapse on top of her the onlookers break into applause. I glance over to the spot where you were standing a moment earlier. But you’re nowhere in sight, and the audience now drifts away to seek new excitement. At that point I feel a hand tap my shoulder and look up to see a naked man who appears to be in his 50s. “Mind if I cut in?” he asks me. “I’d like to give this lovely lady some attention, if it’s all right with her.” I glance down into her eyes. “I’d love to,” she says, smiling up at the man. I shrug. “Have fun,” I tell her as I withdraw my cock from her pussy. She lies just as is as her new fuck partner comes down to pick up where I left off. His cock is soon deep inside her, pumping away with wild abandon. I gather up my clothes and wander naked through the crowd, looking for another likely partner. Before I can find one, I come upon you in the middle of another feverish fuck, this time with a younger man. I keep a discreet distance and watch until his face contorts in a wrenching expression as he ejaculates into your cunt. He snuggles you for a few minutes, and then withdraws from you and leaves. You lie on your back breathing heavily as you see me approaching. “Well, look who’s here,” you say. “Small world, isn’t it?” “Who invited you here?” I ask. “Who invited you?” you reply. “I can’t divulge that.” “Neither can I.” “Okay, let’s both be discreet, and maybe we’ll be invited back soon,” I say. “How many girls have you fucked tonight?” you ask. “Just the blonde you saw me with.” “You’re kidding!” you exclaim. “You mean with all the eager pussy around here, you sampled only one? You shortchanged yourself. I have semen inside me from at least five different cocks.” “Shall we add mine to the mix?” I suggest. “That sounds deliciously wicked,” you purr. “Let’s do it right now.” You spread your legs for me, and I get on top of you, inserting my dick into your sperm-drenched pussy. I penetrate you deeply with one unhurried thrust, then stop briefly.’ “My god, your pussy is well-lubricated, all right,” I say, smiling at you. “I told you I’ve kept myself busy,” you laugh. I piston in and out of you then, sloshing through all the jism your pussy has been collecting all evening until I erupt, shooting my own load deep inside you. Afterward I prop myself up on my elbows, gazing down into your eyes. “There’s a bottle of tequila waiting for us in my hotel room,” I say. “Thanks, but I’m leaving in a few minutes,” you say. “I’m going home with one of the men I screwed, to spend the night with him.” “Then I’ll see you back home tomorrow night,” I say, giving you a kiss. “Have a good time, sweetheart.” “You too, stud,” you smile. As you move away I resume my search for another willing and eager pussy, and it doesn’t take long for me to find one. She’s a curvy little redhead, and after our first encounter she suggests I take her somewhere more intimate, where we can spend the night. As my new friend and I prepare to leave, I look around the room for the blonde, thinking that I’d like to say goodbye and wish her a Merry Christmas. But when I spot her, she’s down on all fours, and the same large, muscular man who I watched earlier fucking you is kneeling behind her, slamming his huge dick into her asshole, while her husband sits nearby, contentedly puffing on his pipe as he looks on. So I leave her to her pleasure, and it occurs to me only later that I never even got her name.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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S~ That was fucking awesome! That was a Merry, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! When and where is the party this year? LOL. Thank you for the fantasy. ~R
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8/9/2008 5:42 pm |
Hmm...seems this one is not such a hit. Not so shy or quiet  
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