Kitty Spencer - Three-way weekend

Elaine's body stiffened momentarily as she watched this lewd indignity, and only Carlo's firm grasp on her trembling, aroused breast kept her from leaning forward to hang on the edge of her seat with real concern for the blonde teen-ager.

But the naked little girl on the bed was now hopelessly possessed and worked her mouth eagerly in rhythm with the drum. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly shut as she shamelessly writhed her open vagina beneath her driving fingers in an ever increasing frenzy of passion. It was almost more than Elaine could stand witnessing this obscene act right before her very eyes, someone should make the teen-ager stop – do something to help her. Yet the aroused divorcee shuddered and chilled from a sexual acceleration that watching something forbidden gives, and she remained silent.

Elaine hardly noticed or cared when Carlo skillfully unbuttoned the top of her dress and slipped his sweating palm inside her brassiere to cup and hold her warm naked breast.

Now, starting to lose all control herself, Elaine's heart was pounding savagely in her chest; she was certain that her companion must feel it thrashing under his strong hand. He rubbed his fingers lightly over the nipples, stopping to pinch them to pebble-hardness and causing a ripple of delicious sensation to flow through her each time he did. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in the hollow pit of her trim young belly grew in maddening intensity. She was beginning to perspire in her arousal, and she could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her stomach into the sparsely haired pubic triangle at the base of her belly. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm and push forward her sex-flushed breasts more firmly into Carlo's hand. Another trickle ran down the valley back between her buttocks, falling onto the tight pink flesh of her anus. Her nerves were thoroughly frayed and her drug-heavy mind throbbed like a bellows behind her eyes. She knew she was in trouble, her own doing, and should not allow Carlo to squeeze and knead her breasts this way. After all, he was an utter stranger. But still, she wanted to avoid being called a square, an innocent child… and besides, a little petting could not hurt anything so long as it came to a halt before real trouble started.

She was thinking of the seeping wetness between her thighs when her eyes strayed back to the stage and the obscenely swaying body of the 14 year-old girl. Small trails of sweat were building and running down the slender blonde's body, glistening in the spotlights and reminding Elaine of her own heated body. A sense of identification with the girl was stronger than ever, sending stronger and stronger ripples of sexual need through her own trembling limbs. She could feel Carlo becoming increasingly excited – and was certain that he could feel the frequent grinding of her vagina down against the cushion. Embarrassed, she made an effort to appear that she was merely changing position, but it was becoming nearly impossible to conceal the fact that she was just as stirred up as he was by their contact and the obscene spectacle before them.

Carlo was fondling her large breasts more enthusiastically now, pinching her bud-like nipples harder until they throbbed higher in guilty pleasure. A wash of shame came over her when she realized that she was truly jealous of the girl on stage; she yearned to have something or someone in her own moist passage, yet she knew that this was only a temporary, unrealistic desire spurred by the unusual events taking place. Her good sense and the strict upbringing she had had would never allow her to take on a strange man, in a strange place, in these strange circumstances at a weird party in a strange city. It was absolutely unthinkable. And yet? God, she was not certain! The delicious intoxication she felt, the scene on stage, Carlo's caresses, plus the basic drives of her own healthy body… all were taking their toll on her ability to ward off whatever might confront her.

She was losing her mind!

Suddenly there was an anguished cry from the girl on the bed. She was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair sweeping the black satin spread. She was experiencing the first blinding throes of searing orgasm and fucked back greedily against her fingers like a she-demon gone berserk.

Elaine stared in fascination as the young girl began to thrash and buck wildly from side to side, up and down, signifying the cataclysmic upheaval exploding deep in her young belly. As her hand flopped uselessly onto the bed, her firm little buttocks glistened in the warm light, displaying the soaked curls of her pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of her pussy as she pitched backward on the bed and lay struggling for breath. One final thump boomed from the drum and then it, too, became still. In a last act of depravity, the black drummer walked to the bed and swiped his long fingers over the little blonde's oozing cuntal flanges, gathering some of the love juice on the ends of his dark fingers. Leaning forward, he seized the panting girl by her hair and drew back her head to wipe the sticky liquid on her open, trembling lips.

A murmur rose from the booths as the stage lighting gradually receded… the rock music started again, and Elaine watched as several couples walked by their booth headed toward the corridor.

"Come with me," Carlo said softly, rising as he took her hand to leave. "I'd like to show you something."

"I could use some fresh air," she said, allowing herself to be led out of the room into the cool, refreshing air of the corridor.

As shocked and excited as Elaine had been at the lewd display of wanton lust in the amphitheater, now the cool air of the corridor heightened her senses and made her want to cling to Carlo. He was really a true friend, she thought to herself, and certainly she could not blame him for having become aroused and touching her during the strange lewd performance. After all, she had herself – more than she cared to remember. In fact, to be perfectly honest, the fires of passion were still smoldering inside her, and she could feel the warm moisture down between her thighs where it flowed from her wetly excited pussy. Just walking and the resultant rubbing together of her vaginal lips was heightening the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of building pleasure spreading out in all directions from her clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her dress across her breast as she walked were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to greater heights of sensation.

Carlo was leading her along the corridor and when he came to the first painting, he stopped. Elaine was flabbergasted as she stepped forward to see the art exhibit. Nearly the entire wall was covered with the lewdest sexual acts imaginable! It was a huge orgy scene, done so realistically that the tangled mass of bodies and limbs seemed to be alive. There must have been nearly a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three or four, and even five. Elaine was so shocked by the orgy scene that she failed to protest when Carlo led her across the corridor and into a room. She was even more surprised when she stepped through the door and saw the entirely mirrored room with its blue rug and huge, round, blue bed.

Suddenly, Elaine gripped Carlo's shoulder for support as tide after tide of strong, mind-reeling desire rose in her, dizzying and confusing her. Surely it could not still be the effects of having watched the wanton performance, she thought, casting about frantically for an explanation of the erotic feelings inflaming her entire body. Even at this moment she could not remember the young girl's face or much of anything else. Only the thought of finding some sort of relief for the inferno inside her… one that had come out of nowhere… occupied her mind.