Kitty Spencer - Three-way weekend

The vibrant scene seemed to be having almost an hypnotic effect on her. She was beginning to feel light, airy, and her temples pulsed with the thumping beat coming from the drum.

Carlo watched her closely. God, he thought, she's really taking off, floating into another world. She's really feeling the hashish. And before long she'll be in the grip of the Bola. He knew its effects, he had seen them before. And, by God, he was going to see them again.

As Elaine continued to watch the Negro, the hashish began to take complete control of her nervous system… She began to experience a humming, vibrant feeling, rising slowly from her toes, crawling steadily toward her skull. Never in her life had she felt so completely relaxed… secure… unafraid. It was good to be with a friend, a handsome young man, someone who would confidently guide her through the evening… To express her appreciation of him, she leaned closer and was pleased when he smiled, squeezing her shoulder lightly and nodding toward the stage. She had been so distracted by Carlo's presence and the effects of the drink and the hashish, that she had neglected to notice the appearance of a young girl on the stage.

Sharon, the slender blonde that Carlo had delivered to Marceau, was sitting on the end of a bid in the center of the stage, her hands folded, slating blankly off toward the audience. Her lithe figure was illuminated by a steady beam of light in much the same manner as was the Negro drummer. Suddenly the tempo of the drum increased, and everyone – including Elaine – watched intently as the slender blonde bent dawn and grasped the hem of the filmy yellow gown she was wearing. Rising, she slowly slipped the gown upwards, exposing her slim white legs and then the slender, boyish thighs.

Elaine could hear eager sounds of delight from the males in the audience as the gown staked its way over the girl's head and her graceful but not full-developed torso emerged. Her little budding breasts burst into view and, in the stage light, her small, quivering nipples appeared like tiny pencil erasers. Raising her alms up over her head, she pulled her waist-length, sandy-colored hair up, then released it to cascade like shimmering gold over her sensuous slender shoulders. Then, stretching languidly, she turned to face the Negro drummer and gave him a wanton smile. She was completely naked now, her slender alluring nudity presented for everyone to appreciate.

Elaine shifted anxiously next to Carlo. A faint glimmering of understanding came over her, and she could not help but watch with fascination and wonder.

Relaxing, Elaine leaned back against the cushion and found Carlo's arm waiting there. She was quite happy and Carlo's arm was reassuringly solid and muscular… so surely it could not hurt anything to sit back and enjoy herself.

Her attention was drawn back to the stage when the drum beat suddenly changed tempo. It was other-worldly, yet had a soul-stirring rhythm that touched the very core of her being. She saw that the slender fourteen year-old girl was holding a small bottle full of an amber liquid. She unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a small amount of the substance on her fingertips. For some reason the act provoked a murmur from some of the other booths, but it was not the kind of murmur that Elaine recognized. Instead, it sounded more like a chorused groan of animal ecstasy, of fevered expectancy. The pretty teenager reached out her smeared fingertips and massaged her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples to sudden throbbing hardness. Then – spreading her legs – she exposed the thin pink slit of her vagina nestling secretly in the soft light-brown pubic hair up between her thighs. Pouring out more of the glistening liquid on the ends of her fingers, she lewdly parted the hair-lined lips surrounding the tight vaginal passage, applying the substance, dabbing it on the tiny exposed clitoris and along the inner ridges of the fragile pink orifice. Setting the bottle aside, she walked to the bed and stretched out on her back. Slowly she began caressing her own ripely budding body, working herself toward a burning passion as her lithe little buttocks twisted against the black satin covered bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and the whiteness of her naked flesh began to turn a rosy blushing color.

Elaine's mind was pirouetting madly, trying to sort out her own feelings from what the girl's must be. She flushed slightly with guilt as she felt a fleeting desire to be where the cute, naked teen-ager was, experiencing the same thing. Squirming her buttocks nervously, the young divorcee felt the edge of the booth cushion come into tingling contact with the soft swelling of her cuntal lips, a contact that was intensified by the nylon panties and smooth dress she was wearing. She tried to sit straight and stop her squirming, but she was powerless to stop herself, though, and ground down with greater force against the cushion rim as her breath quickened. The musky odor of Carlo's male body filled her nostrils, stimulating her even more. It was a rich, earthy odor that made her want to snuggle closer and drown in the excitement of the forbidden naughtiness rippling through her. Without thinking, she moved nearer, and made no protest when his hand came to rest tenderly but firmly on her right breast. Perhaps this very excitement was what she had been afraid of all along, she thought, casting a furtive sidelong glance at Nino's friend.

Catching her eye, Carlo leaned close and whispered, "The liquid is called Bola and comes from the jungles of Brazil. Marceau visited there and learned its use as a stimulant from the natives." As proof of the aphrodisiac's power the 14 year-old naked girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now, as though she were being attacked by some unseen beast. The heat and excitement in the room was beginning to arouse Elaine against her will. She knew now that she was not the same girl she had been when she had entered the room. She pressed down against the cushion again, until the doubled hem of her short dress was bunched up and pressing into the crevice of her buttocks. Meanwhile, Carlo had tightened his hold on her breast, clenching and unclenching its firm full roundness with a rhythm that matched the erotic writhing of the girl on the stage. The young divorcee could feel the wetness slowly, but inexorably, spreading between her thighs, and she moved forward a few inches to gain more solid contact with the cushion. This was unheard of, a kind of sin, but she found it impossible to still the driving urge in her limbs.

She looked at the stage again after what seemed a long time but was in reality only a moment or two. Without realizing it the pungent hashish had distorted her sense of time, and she was surprised when she saw the golden-haired girl begin to run both of her own hands over her body, her fingertips dancing exploratively over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the "vee" of her soft, hair-covered young loins. The drug-crazed little girl groaned at the thrilling contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her legs up like two gloriously carved creamy columns above the black satin spread, and then, with a deep sigh let them fall gaping wide on either side of the bed. Her fingers crawled on her nipples and pinched them roughly, making the sensitive flesh shiver and contract in their erectness. It was clearly evident that the aphrodisiac was having the desired effect on the child.

Elaine wriggled uncomfortably in her seat when she saw the girl slowly tease her middle finger into the glistening pink slit of her vagina and begin stroking the swollen bud-like clitoris with her thumb. Carlo's hand clutched Elaine's breast more firmly, and she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier. Just then, she saw the girl begin to finger-fuck her finger in and out smoothly between the Bola-agitated cuntal walls, joining the middle finger with two more and pushing all three into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared and emerged again and again with a moist sucking noise, causing the girl to sigh and moan with pleasure.