Madame B - Ecstasy

Eventually he broke the silence. "You don't have to be anywhere today, do you?"

"No," I said, and it was true, although I'd have broken any appointment to stay with him.

"Good," he said, "because I'm already hard again at the thought of fucking you in all the different ways I know how."

For the rest of the weekend, he kept his promise. He gave me my second orgasm, my third, my fourth, my fifth, and kept going until I lost count. Every time I thought I had gorged on pleasure, David would kiss me again, and my body would be flooded with the same desire he'd unleashed during his first seduction. When, on Sunday night, he finally put me into a cab to go back to my apartment, he said good-bye with a kiss that left me aching for our next encounter.

In my Monday dance class, I thought I'd be far too exhausted to concentrate, but I danced with a renewed sensuality that gave an unprecedented fluidity to my movements. I was the envy of all my classmates as my tutors praised me. Surely I'd spent all weekend practicing, they gushed. I didn't let on that this kind of dancing came from a new school of knowledge.

That night, fresh from the academy, I turned up at David's apartment uninvited, but he welcomed me as though he'd been expecting me. He was still wearing his skinny black uniform. He had me out of my own clothes within seconds. For the first time since I'd moved to London, I didn't go clubbing once that week.

Saturday rolled around again-a week to the day since I'd first made love with David. Already my virgin status seemed a light-year away. My newly discovered sexuality was affecting more than my dancing. My confidence was increasing by the day and my appetite for life was growing. I wanted to taste every experience and live every moment to its fullest. So that Saturday, when I turned up to find The Collective hanging out at David's apartment, I greeted them with enthusiasm rather than shyness and diffidence. At first I'd been disappointed when I heard voices in the hall giving away the fact that he already had guests. I'd turned up wearing only a shift dress and boots, no panties or underwear to get in the way of David's body. I'd been looking forward to whipping David's cock out of his fly and lowering myself onto it within seconds of arriving, but I crossed my legs and consoled myself that we'd make up for lost time when they all went home.

It was impossible to stay disappointed for long. The Collective welcomed me back as an old friend. I was now officially David's lover, and he introduced me as such. Girlfriend, he said, was too frivolous and mundane a word to describe the connection we had. Katya and Jem walked over and kissed me, then held me tight in a lingering group hug. My body was alive to every touch, and their bodies pressed against mine sent a shiver down my spine that I hadn't been expecting.

There was a huge canvas stretched across the floor, a stiff sheet the size of two double beds. It surely had to be the base for one of David's huge, wall-sized paintings. Although I loved his work, I'd been too busy with his dick to give any thought to his paintbrush.

"What are you working on?" I said brightly. "One of these?" and I gestured toward the wall that was lined with panels of psychedelic, sensual swirls of color.

"Ah," said David, coming up behind me and putting his arms around my waist. "We've been wondering when you'd ask about them, haven't we?"

David's friends exchanged unreadable looks that unnerved me. I had the feeling everyone else was in on a secret that had been kept from me, and I didn't like it.

"These are a collective effort," continued David. "The efforts of The Collective. We… Well… We do them together. Do you want to see how?" He looked nervous, which was weird; I'd never seen him look anything but calm and in control.

"Sure," I said. "I want to know everything about you. I'd love to see you working on something so beautiful. But I didn't realize the rest of you were painters, too. Can anyone join in?" I asked, desperate not to be left out. "Can I?"

"Yeah?" he said. "Well… if you did, then it would be the best experience of my life. But why don't you wait and see how we do it first? Just watch to begin with. It might be a little soon for you."

I was unnerved by the way David was talking in riddles. I watched, puzzled, as he strode across his apartment to a tall chest crammed full of paints. Rifling through his jumble of artist's materials, he settled on four huge jars of color and massive brushes. I was so turned on watching the way his long legs covered such a distance so quickly, I didn't notice the movement behind me until a low, sensual moan made me turn around.

What I saw made me gasp. People were undressing, slowly and sensually. I watched as Rosario peeled off her skintight white dress to reveal smooth, cafe-au lait curves and magnificent, pendulous breasts. Jem and Louis tugged at each other's T-shirts. Katya displayed surprisingly feminine underwear beneath her drag-king suit. Her mannish trousers discarded, she was naked but for a cute, pink floral bra. And David was unbuttoning his black shirt, unveiling the body that made me wet between the legs every time I saw it. Wearing only his jeans, he threw a few splashes of paint across the canvas: a slash of red, a vivid curl of orange, a bold streak of yellow-hot, warm colors on the cool, white space.

Katya was the first to tread on it, and she lay back in the yellow paint, arching her back and spreading strong athletic legs to reveal a neatly trimmed black bush framing a glistening pink pussy. Within seconds, Louis was on her, kissing her, his brown back glistening as he scooped up a handful of red paint and smeared it across Katya's tits. He picked her up and rolled her across the canvas, creating the distinctive swirls that characterized David's work. Next, Jem crawled across the canvas on his hands and knees to join their writhing bodies and, using his hands to trail up and down Louis's back, made his friend groan with pleasure. Rosario walked over to where Katya and Louis lay entwined and lay down next to Katya, who made a starfish with her hand and reached out to massage and lightly slap Rosario's breasts.

The assumptions I'd made about their sexual preferences-that Jem and Katya were gay, and Louis was straight-vanished as they all devoured each other. Shock at my own naivete turned to desire at the sight of all these beautiful people lost in a world of their own, painting with their bodies, the colors blending into one another, making magnificent pictures. Jem lay back while a blond woman I didn't know took his impressive hard-on into her mouth and sucked greedily. Her knees slid on the slippery paint, and her legs spread as she tried to steady herself. Louis was behind her in a flash, whispering something in her ear, and then, permission granted, he eased his dick into her pussy, now plugged into the action. Holding her by the waist, he rocked gently, his hips rotating in time with the movement of her head. The noises were incredible: ten or eleven people moaning, whimpering, sighing, and giggling. The only sounds I could identify were Katya's pussycat meows and Louis's deep baritone grunts of pleasure.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Me, Charlie, a virgin only seven days ago, now witnessing an orgy and… I think… wanting to join in. Wanting to join in so badly it hurt. I had my hand between my legs, not touching my clit but with the flat of my palm against my naked pussy, feeling it pulse and heat up, wondering if I dared to cross the line between spectator and participant. David came up behind me and put a hand on each shoulder, just as he had the first time he touched me.

"Well, well, Charlie-girl," he said, hands traveling down to my breasts and making my knees buckle with longing for him. "I think you like what you see, don't you? Would you like to join in?" I nodded, unable to speak, as he unzipped my shift dress and then let it fall to the floor.