2 comments/ 63223 views/ 0 favorites The Cocktail Party Ch. 01 By: bluelotus9 You had been playful all day. Coquettish. Teasing. Not delivering. I had been gradually getting grumpier as the day had worn on. Much of this doubtless fuelled by wanting very much to rip all your clothes off & have my way with you. An almost constant erection had not helped matters. Nor the fact that you knew very well what you had been doing - had encouraged it in fact... I was also not very happy because tonight was to be spent at a cocktail party. Your idea. You knew how much I hated those affairs. Mingling with stuffy, self-obsessed people I didn't know. Mostly only notable for their overweening egos... You seemed perversely more and more excited at the prospect. I could only think of the necessity of having to don a suit and you knew too, just how captivating that would be for me. Time moves on apace. Dressing. You & I in the bedroom. Me, fumbling with a tie - you... You. Mmmm. Sliding on underwear. God! How is it that everything you do seems saturated in sensuality? And still teasing. "Fergus?" Which underwear do you think I should wear? You have a black thong on and twirl totally unselfconsciously, so that I can consider. Cock gives a little throb in the close confines of my suit pants. "These?" You turn away and strip them off, bending just slightly. The split of your bottom is dark - I know that fragrant dark. Cock tightens again. Red ones this time, fuller cut - nice. They accentuate the flare of your hips, the shapeliness of your bottom. "What do you think?" Me? I am well into my curmudgeon state. Peeved... "I don't care. Either I suppose - no-one is going to see them anyway. What does it matter? You flare at me. "Well, if that's the case, I might as well not wear any! Would that suit you better!? Christ you're a grumpy sod!" You roughly pull off the red knickers, dragging them down and then hurling them at me. You look superb. Standing erect, glaring at me. Your pubic triangle so prominent. Your eyes follow my gaze. "And don't think you're getting of that!" You flounce away to the ensuite slamming the door. Much much later. We are there. You are sensational. A social butterfly - flitting from guest to guest. There is some forgettable music playing through an obviously expensive sound system: Mantovani? Tinkle of crystal glasses. Polite laughter. I have found a corner. Have said hello to various people, and am regarding the scene. There must be something to drink. You materialise. "So Fergus? This is lovely isn't?" "Mmmm, I guess so - you obviously seem enchanted by all this. Oh there's a waiter. Flag him down will you, I would love a drink." There is a choice between scotch and scotch. Fortunately I like scotch, so it is not a problem. The waiter glides away and I am left with a tumbler full of scotch. "Some ice would be nice. Maybe some soda..." "Oh, don't bother, Fergus, give me your glass.' Puzzled, I look at you. You are so bright-eyed. People are milling about, a young woman in a revealing dress stands beside me, an older man (her consort?) comes over bringing an older dark haired woman with him. I hand over the glass. Without changing expression you do something extraordinary: you take the glass and put it up under your dress. The man looks shocked. I think I must have the same expression. The young woman looks interested... "Just a tick, everyone, let me concentrate; don't want to drown it." I cannot believe it! I look at the older woman. Another woman of similar age has just sidled up alongside her. The first woman has unselfconsciously put a hand to her groin. She is looking at you so intensely. There is a sort of gap in time. A lacuna. Hiatus. Then. A quiet tinkle of running water is heard. My cock throbs in my pants. You bring the glass out showing it to be whisky and pee. I am stunned as you hand it over. The room is now silent except for that awful canned music. All the guests have come over, and are standing watching me intensely. I cannot think what to do. You smile at me. I raise the glass. "Cheers!" It tastes surprisingly good. The older woman is now rubbing herself openly through the sheer fabric of her dress. Her eyes are hard and bright. My cock throbs as I take another mouthful. It's obvious to everyone that you are naked under your dress, that you've peed in my drink and that I, am quite submissively drinking it. The young woman turns to her escort. "Oh dear Nigel, how wicked is that!!? Adriana is so naughty. I'd bet you'd like a glass as well..." Nigel looks to hand his glass over. The young woman intercepts it. "Perhaps I can help.." I look at you quizzically - feel as if I am having some sort of hallucination. You just smile sweetly and say; "Told you this would be a good party..." Unlike you, the girl raises her skirt, genitals plainly on view. Dark hair, trimmed neatly. She turns so that we all can get an unimpeded view. She starts to piss... The waiter has materialised again. I note with shock that his cock is protruding from his open fly. Huge cock - it must be ten inches at least. Proud and erect. He stands beside the older woman, who continues rubbing herself, but uses her other hand to close round this mammoth cock. The young woman stops pissing & hands a very full glass back to her friend. My cock is a rock hard mass trapped uncomfortably in restraining pants. The girl makes no movement at covering her sex. "Time I think, for everyone to get undressed.." I cannot believe you have said that. Taking note of the guests for the first time, I realise that there are five women and only two men - not counting the waiter. He has dropped his pants, taken off his jacket and is unbuttoning his shirt. His cock is obscene. I have never seen anything remotely similar. It is huge. Beneath it swing a similarly massive set of balls. I look across at you. You are watching the waiter disrobe, eyes dropping to take in his enormous equipment... "You're not getting undressed?" It is the younger woman. She has taken her skirt off, her blouse hangs open and two small, but very stiff nippled breasts are on show. "Here let me help you..." A tall blonde woman, with close cropped hair offers to assist. She is in a dove grey trouser suit and must be at least 6'5". I look over to you as the first woman kneels and starts fumbling with my belt. You are still dressed, but have the older man's cock out - his balls too. The thought occurs that it cannot be very comfortable for him. You just smile at me as your hand glides up and down the shaft in front of you. "Enjoy..." The blonde woman has moved closer and is unbuttoning my suit jacket. She removes it and drapes it over a nearby chair. "That is better - oh, by the way my name is Jutta..", she motions at the younger girl who has released my trouser buttons and is mid way through unzipping my fly, "and this is Natalie. Let me get your shirt..." Accent? Perhaps German? My pants drop to the ground. Cock springs semi free, tenting my boxer shorts. "Mmmm. Nice." Jutta squats alongside Natalie, and together they pull boxer shorts down. Cock bobs obscenely in the air, and my balls feel so tight. I look across to the two older women. One is still fully dressed, the other has pulled her top down and her bottom up; her dress is rucked around her middle. She is heavily breasted and the waiter is engaged in sucking one nipple. As he does so I can see that she is masturbating, pushing fingers deep into an obviously very wet cunt. The other is kneeling in front of the waiter and has perhaps two or three inches of his monster cock in her mouth. God, it looks like a baseball bat. Jutta stands as Natalie cups my balls. "Now me.." It seems I am to undress her. Cock throbs at the prospect. "Ooohh, you're dripping all ready..." The Cocktail Party Ch. 02 What a scene! I look around me - surely this must be some strange hallucination. Five beautiful women of varying ages and body types. All engaged in some form of sexual activity. Two of these are in front of me. A tall slim Germanic goddess named Jutta towers over me, smiles at me with moist lips. Ice blue eyes. I am bidden to undress her. What a task. I gaze across at the tableau in front of me, looking over the dark hair of Natalie's head - she is kneeling in front of me, her dress rucked up around her waist. From this angle I can see the split of her bottom. A beautiful bottom it is too... A faint scent of urine. I realise that I am still holding my tumblerful mix of scotch and your pee. Further over my wife Adriana is intent on an older man's cock. She is masturbating his respectable erection with her left hand, whilst sucking at his ball sac - she pauses a moment, smiles across at me. "Well? What are you waiting for?" What am I waiting for indeed? My gaze takes in the other pair of women. The taller one is masturbating furiously. She has dragged her panties aside and revealed a full bush of dark pubic hair. A lush mass shining with wetness. Her teats are swollen and I can see that her cheeks have reddened with her sexual excitement. The waiter is intent it seems, on stretching her nipples to a similar size to his monstrous cock. Whatever he is doing it seems to be working. The other woman kneels in front of him gorging on, what I realise, is not yet an erect cock. The length and girth are frightening... An impatient wrenches my attention back to Jutta. A delightful prospect. I smile up at her and release the two buttons on her jacket. This reveals a snowy white, very sheer blouse, trimmed with lace which accentuates the shape of her breasts. Amazingly, she is wearing no bra. The blouse is undone and Jutta sighs as I peel it away from her breasts. They are superb. Jutta I guess is well into her thirties, but her breasts are as tight as a teenager's; perfect cones - miniature Mount Fujis. The nipples are perfectly symmetrical, erect and protruding from puffy aureola. Jutta raises her arms and her breasts seem to reach out towards me. Natalie has the swollen knob of my cock in her mouth. Not moving on it, but rather pressing tightly using lips and tongue. Wet and warm. A pulse of pre-come squirts involuntarily outwards & I can feel my anus pulsing. "Mmmm. Nice..." Jutta moves away and fastidiously folds her upper clothing, placing it neatly on a chair, before moving back to me. Natalie has reached between my legs and is cradling one bottom cheek in her right hand, her thumb in the warm cleft, very near to my arsehole. I long for her to touch the tight opening, can feel my anus pulse with desire, dragging on my tautened balls. I bend slightly to unbutton Jutta's trousers and my cock slips out of Natalie's mouth. She leans across urgently to reclaim it, digging her nails into my buttock. Jutta has no panties on. I am not sure why, but the knowledge does not surprise me. As with her breasts the pubic area is flawless. There is a full bush of hair, but it is almost tailored; beautifully trimmed edges, and the slightest puffiness of vulval lips. The crotch of her pants is damp and as I lower them, a drool of liquid stretches from her genitals to the fabric. Another pulse of pre-come frees itself into Natalie's waiting mouth... I know that I could come at any time. I look across to you. You are rocking on the balls of your feet, fucking Nigel's cock with your mouth. Your dress is so tight across your bottom. I know that under it your fragrant cunt will be soaking. Nigel is very red in the face, head thrown back & I sense that he is coming. You allow the first pulse to hit the back of your enclosing mouth, before pulling Nigel's cock free. The second spurt arcs out, before falling onto the back of your dress, wetting the fabric in a long dark line. Then a third - not so strong - most of it drips on your shoulder. Nigel is almost falling. He slumps across you, before regaining himself and standing upright once more. You turn to me and smile. "Cheers" "Cheers". I raise the glass to my mouth and take a mouthful. The knowledge that I am drinking your piss makes my cock throb in Natalie's mouth. She murmurs sweetly, sucking gently. Jutta is facing me. Her eyes hard & bright. "You like the taste? Yes?" I nod. Natalie has released my cock from her mouth. She holds it in her left hand and looks up at me. A half smile plays across her parted lips. She is interested in this conversation. I drag my eyes back to Jutta's. "Do you only like your wife's water?" "I don't know - I have never tasted this kind of 'water' before..." A piercing look. I drop my gaze a little. Jutta's nipples are so taut they almost point upwards. "Would you like to taste mine?" "Oh Jesus!" "And mine...?" The voice is Natalie's. Again I have the feeling that I am locked in some sort of hallucination. "Well? You have not answered the question." I hear my wife's voice chime in. "Yes Fergus, you have not answered the question. Indeed, I am it seems the focus of everyone in the room's attention. The two older women stare at me silently. Unmoving. One holding that obscene baseball bat penis. The other with a pair of fingers still stuffed inside her sex. I realise that the waiter is naked except for a black bow tie. The sheer incongruity of it makes me laugh. This MUST be an hallucination!! I look again at Jutta, Deep into those incredible eyes. Realise that she is totally serious. She is offering me her urine. Natalie's as well. A pulse of semen forces itself from the end of my cock. Hangs there like a punctuation mark in the silence. Lengthens, Then finally drops free unheeded to the carpet. "Well?" "Yes, Jutta - yes. Yes I would very much like to taste your water..." There. The words are out. I have said them. They seem to just hang there in the air, as motionless as the people in the room. Jutta moves and the spell is broken. "So. We will begin." There it is again; that faint German accent. She walks across to a tablecloth covered table, her buttocks swaying, the cleft between them partly open so that I can almost see her anus. I wonder what it looks like and can feel my balls ache and my cock lift involuntarily. Jutta pulls the tablecloth away and I see that the structure is not really a table at all - more like an altar if anything. The surface is slightly angled, with a runnel of some kind around the edge - a little like a billiard table that had been raised at one end. There are no pockets however, just a single drain at the bottom left of the structure. I am, it seems to lie down on this 'table', The thought comes that this is a kind of ceremony. A ceremony that has been repeated before - perhaps many times before. I look across at my wife Adriana. She is now naked, clutching Nigel's limp cock with one hand as she moves forward, closer to the table. She smiles at me, knowing what I am thinking; the answers will come later. Perhaps... Natalie is now nude as well. Jesus! She too is beautiful. A very full-figured beauty. One that would have enraptured Titian or Rubens. Her skin tone is slightly olive - I had not noticed that before. Her pubic hair almost glows - a dark shiny mass between her legs. Cock lurches a little at the prospect. Natalie helps me up onto the 'altar'. Jutta has gone around the back and is mounting some sort of stairs. The others gather round the table, all pictures of concentration except for the waiter who seems curiously unaffected by the turn of events. The silence is palpable. I lie back, knowing my cock is pointing straight up. Have an almost overwhelming desire to stroke it. I sense rather than see Jutta's approach. She is standing over me. My view of her genitals is almost photographic. Her vulval lips are very slightly parted; a darker area the opening to her vagina. I cannot see her anus, but am aware of it between her cheeks. Jutta lowers herself slowly. My cock throbs as her sex comes nearer and nearer. She pauses a few centimeters from my face. I can smell the scent of her. Pick out the tell-tale shine of wetness coming from her cuntal opening. Her arsehole is in plain view now. Neat arsehole. So beautiful. A little spider-web pattern with an entrancing centrepoint. I long to touch it. There is a muted groan as Jutta lowers herself onto me, her cunt touching the extreme tip of my nose. She moves slowly, mesmerizingly, back and forth. The folds of her sex start to open and I realise she is stimulating her clitoris. Masturbating it against my nose. Cannot resist the urge to taste her. My tongue stretches out across the gap between us. I feel her shudder just a little at the contact. Natalie has mounted the platform now. She is facing me and squats down till her genitals touch my straining cock. She mimics Jutta's movements - wiping her wetness along the underside of my member. Not allowing penetration but pleasuring herself. I can feel pre-come seeping from me in an almost unbroken flow. Time stands still. There cannot be more pleasure than this. Surely that is impossible. Then a subtle shift. Jutta lifts a little. I can feel one of Natalie's hands grasping my cock. Jutta groans and sits upright, back ramrod straight. Her anus pulses. Once, twice. Oh dear God! A scalding stream of piss issues from her. Drenching my face. Cascading down my cheeks onto the table. At the same instant Natalie impales herself upon my cock in one smooth movement. Impales herself so deeply that my balls kiss her pubic hair. The sensation is incredible. I know that I have to taste. I open my mouth and it fills with Jutta's offering. Pours over the containing rim of my lips. It is slightly salty, not bitter, a little oily perhaps? And so hot! Jutta's anus is touching my nose. She is pressing down, as if wanting to push my nose into her rear opening. The darker scent of her arsehole mingles with the pungent, heady scent of her piss. As suddenly as it started the flow stops and, eyes closed, I feel Jutta lifting off me. My head automatically lifts, trying to resume the contact with her saturated cunt. Natalie is still moving on me. Small movements of her hips - grinding her sex onto my cock. She smiles down at me, not pausing in her movements. It is mesmeric watching her cunt. Seeing the thickness of my cock as she moves on and off it. "It's my turn now, I think..." She reaches a hand down between her legs and grasps my erection as she eases herself upwards. The knob pops free, bobbing a little. I can feel Natalie tensing, hips tilting forwards. Her opening is clearly visible & I know that my cockhead is leaking. She makes eye contact with just the slightest hint of a smile. Then her head lifts, hard nippled breasts jut outwards. "Ohhhhhh..." Natalie groans and starts to pee. Her stream washes my pulsing cock. Pours over my aching balls and flows down over the heat of my anus. She pisses in short pulses. Powerful pulses. The jets of urine hit so hard that they bounce spray everywhere. Again we make eye contact. I can sense intention but am unsure what it is. Natalie starts to piss in a continuous stream. She uses her hips to guide the stream, and the yellow flood arcs out of her sex, washes up my body. Natalie drops a hand to her cunt, fingers play across her clit. Her eyes are bright and hard. Her stream is even stronger. A lewd arc of pee. It hits my chin, then my lips, then sprays across my face. Somehow I know that she is orgasming... Eventually the stream stops. I hate this - want it to continue forever. Natalie steps off me and I once again become aware of the circle of watchers. My cock is so hard, helplessly twitching - it seems slightly ridiculous... There is a polite ripple of applause. I cannot wait to see what happens next.