****** Silver Mask by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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Silver Mask


Look, I don't think I'm being overprotective. It's not that I'm prudish about
my sister, Kate, or anything like that, but since I know what kind of parties
her so-called new friend, Melanie, likes to throw, I'm glad I talked her out of
coming here. I mean things at Melanie's parties get pretty rowdy and pretty
racy pretty damn quick -- especially her costume parties. The women who attend
Melanie's parties tend to come as Moll Flanders as opposed to Martha
Washington, as the Happy Hooker rather than Suzy Homemaker. We men are all Don
Juan, Casanova, and Lover's of Lady Chatterley rather than Sir Galahad, Robin
Hood, or the Sons of Liberty.

Anyway, as Melanie's party caromed into high gear, I was relieved that my
little sister was nowhere to be seen.

Already one or two couples and an occasional threesome had begun to move off
into secluded areas to undress, when something unforeseen, but totally
fascinating happened. As she entered Melanie's home, every eye in the place
seemed to leap to the incredible masked woman in silver. She wore a slinky
sequined metallic silver lame and red trimmed gown.. Plunging low in the front,
her dress had a mere two spaghetti straps to hold her enormous bust line
precariously in place, while a long teasing slit up the side of her left leg
showed off even more.

On her legs silver threaded stockings were held in place by a gleaming garter
set. Her gown flowed indiscreetly, even daringly along the contours of her full
breasts, along her ribs, back, and hips until it finally caressed the curvature
of her ass with a very slinky silver lining.

As she walked in, I was sure she knew that every masculine eye, and possibly a
few feminine ones as well, focused on her dreamy figure. Every single curve on
her amazing body shimmered like walking liquid mercury.

How much practice and care does it take to move so smoothly and effortlessly
under a gown that sheer?

Anyway, she certainly had no reason to doubt her impact upon the party. The
whole room stirred with the same whispered question: "Who is she?"

"You did come!" Melanie simply bubbled as she ran to meet the newcomer. "I am
so thrilled. Everybody, tonight we are honored to have..."

"No!" A low gravelly whisper cut Melanie off. "I'm just another party guest."

"How do I introduce you?"

"Call me Silver."

And that was it. Following Melanie's lead, Silver went casually from person to
person shaking hands or giving chaste little kisses in greeting. Of course when
she got to me, I discovered that Silver's kisses weren't necessarily all that
chaste. When her lips touched mine, her mouth opened and her playful tongue
intruded upon mine quickly discovering the sensitive surfaces and nerve-endings
hidden in the recesses of my mouth.

Afterwards, when I started to stammer out some suitably grateful reply, Silver
put her finger to my lips and whispered,

"Later." Hypnotized by the gleam of light playing across the silver lame
clinging to her ass, I watched her walk away from me and into the next set of
party-goers. There she fell into the arms of one of the other Don Juans
attending Melanie's soiree. I felt an unbelievable sense of loss at that moment
coupled with a desire that I could hardly control. I'd just met this woman, but
right now she was everything mysterious and exciting in my life.

I went to get another brandy at the bar, while forcing my mind and a specific
part of my body to rid itself of the obvious indications of the tension I felt.
I'd begun to imbibe on my second brandy when a pair of hands took hold of my
shoulders and a familiar voice whispered throatily, "Don't turn around yet."

"Wha...why?" I asked. There was a low giggle in response.

"I want your promise that when you turn around, you'll kiss the very first
thing you lay your eyes upon."

"No tricks now," I said.

"Just promise me," her voice repeated.

I promised, and when I turned around, I was confronted with the most beautiful
set of full teats I'd ever seen up close. Silver had used a touch of rouge to
enhance her areolae and nipples into a vibrant pink over her natural brown, but
the sweet white mounded flesh of her breasts jutted boundlessly out from the
light brown frame of her bikini tan lines. This was a teat man's wet dream come
true.

"Kiss them," she commanded.

Unable to resist their appeal, I did as she asked. The experience was truly
marvelous. As my lips went straight to her nipples, Silver caught her breath.
Then she sighed as the excitement of our touch overcame her aloofness.

Tasting the slight chalky tang of rouge on her breasts, I suckled at those twin
mounds of desire like an infant starved for affection. My warm hand pressed
against the soft silky material that clung to her breast. After scooting my
fingers deftly along the soft rim of her full white bosom, closing in on her
erect little soldier of a standing nipple, I desperately wanted to see behind
her silver mask.

But as my hand reached upward toward the mask, she intercepted it and shook her
head.

"Naughty boy," she said. "No one gave you permission to remove my mask. Now
you'll have to suck on my nipples until I tell you otherwise."

Lapping at her sensitive nipples like a cat cleaning a kitten, I licked and
swirled and exploited the natural sweetness of her breasts until she moaned
softly in my ear. I reached for the silver lame to peal it from her sweaty
skin, but Silver pulled back from me. Panting like a horse after a long
invigorating gallop, Silver stood up and stepped back.

"No, no. Too soon. You're not ready yet."

I barely had time to squeal out my loud and bewildered protest, when she
disappeared into the party crowd.

Frustrated as hell by this time, I went to search out Melanie. If I couldn't
find Silver first, maybe I could learn something from our hostess. I found
Melanie Kincaid out by her pool, but it looked like I'd have to take a number
just to talk to her. She was on her back lying on a beach towel with her long,
pale white "My-family-came-over-on-the-Mayflower" legs wrapped around the dark
brown naked buttocks and thighs of professional boxer, Raymond "Hammerhand"
Harris, whose ancestors probably came to this country chained to a slave ship.

The man who would quite probably be the next middle weight boxing champion of
the world was giving Melanie a first hand demonstration of his strongest
technique. Harris had modified his work-out routine for the evening, while
Melanie had decided to take on the role of his sparring partner for the next
several minutes.

Obviously they enjoyed engaging each other, because even though he kept both
his hands in a tight clutch, the young African-American boxer continued to jab
some pretty potent uppercut thrusts into Melanie's undefended underbelly.

Normally, I'd have found such a sight fascinating, but tonight I was obsessed
by a silver-plated demon. It looked like I'd have to locate Silver on my own.
Five minutes later I found her silver lame gown abandoned and lying in a limp
pile on a deck chair at the entrance to Melanie's bath house. Since I'd seen no
immediate sign of Silver, I stepped cautiously into the bath house to
investigate. I hardly dared to breath as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the
darkness within the bath house. But my ears had already picked up the heart
pounding sound of someone on the verge of orgasm.

"It's about time you got here," her raspy voice called to me from the darkness.
"We had to start without you."

I watched entranced as Silver, now dressed only in her mask, silver stockings,
and her jewelry, took a deep breath, and then dropped her head back down onto
the jutting erection of Behrens a well known Jamaican sculptor whom Melanie
regularly screwed rather than pay him full price for his work. The Jamaican
sighed an orgiastic moan which should have signaled a climax, but Silver backed
her lips and tongue off from his protuberate cock, and arching herself in a
full stretch, she wriggled her ass backwards.

"Take off your clothes and lay down in front of me." she instructed. "I've
saved a spot for you."

Silver had crept up on her hands and knees, displaying her open, vulnerable
loins to Behrens's erected cock.

The furrow that she offered up for deep plowing was soft, pink, and inviting,
and the loving warmth of life itself seemed to be embodied in her passive
receptivity. As I lay down on my back in front of her, her mouth and tongue
descended quickly to entice my erection to its full capacity. Once she fitted
her lips and mouth fully around my cock, I felt as if the heavens themselves
had engulfed me..

From the corner of my eye I saw that Behrens had clambered up behind her and
positioned himself directly against her inviting slit. Furiously jealous, I
took a deep breath. This was the event I'd been dreading. Behrens nestled the
tip of his penis carefully into her sandy brown pubic hair and aimed his brutal
plunges directly into the inviting openness of Silver's cunt. With thrusts both
gentle and sure, yet totally relentless, the eccentric sculptor pushed the
sensational length of his long dick directly into the moist, clasping heat of
the voluptuous woman down on all fours before him -- My woman, my unreasoning
brain thought.

For a second or two I lost some of the strength of my own hard-on, until Silver
eagerly revived my cock with her soft wet lips and deep warm throat. I was up
again but I was envious of the total penetration that the mahogany skinned
Jamaican was enjoying with her. Time after time he slipped what must have been
an astounding ten inches of thick black cock into Silver's open cunt.

At that moment, with his strong warm hands holding her tight against his hard
muscular hips and thighs, with his body crushing up against her from behind,
and with the cocky blunt strength of the man driving slowly, deeply within her,
Silver continued to yield mind and body in the darkness. She'd enveloped the
blunt, potentially potent presence of his penis, while the eyes behind her mask
assessed the effect of her violation upon me. She could not see what was going
on behind her, but I sensed that what she could feel was unbelievable.
Strength, power, desire, lust, and yet an odd sense of enjoyable intrusion
played upon her.

Silver groaned with sheer lusty pleasure. Her voluminous teats hung like divine
twin planets filling the space over my eyes with celestial vistas of perfect
white flesh. By now her lips and mouth had me on the verge of orgasm.

Yet, even as I quaked with an impending need to spew everything I had into her
sucking mouth, for some irrational reason I fought back the sensation time and
again.

Suddenly the sculptor grunted, his throat made a sound like a great mad boar
snorting after its prey. Then Behrens collapsed. Silver slid back, opening her
mouth and leaving my dick standing out like some stone monument to her ability.
While fitting her cunt as closely against his midsection as she could manage,
Silver trembled and shuddered quietly in his embrace.

When Silver pulled away from Behrens, his now dripping and drooping dick was
totally spent from the exertion of his orgasm. She flipped over on her back and
stared at me through the eye slits of her silver mask. In another moment, she
directed Behrens to leave the two of us alone.

"You are a jealous man, Bob, but are you courageous as well?" she asked.

"I don't understand."

"Would you be willing to go where another man has already cum?" Silver paused,
and then she softly added.

"For me?"

It was then I knew. "For you? Anything!"

"Then fuck me."

My own penetration into her exposed flesh was an easy, wondrously slippery
plunge. Behrens had left Silver open and very wet with his own cum, and yet,
she still maintained that incredible warmth and supple clasp into which every
man dreams of burying his cock. Dropping her mouth into a wide and excruciating
"O," Silver purred deep down in her throat as I lunged forward again and again.
Later I found out that her purr was answered by the many nerves inside her
vagina which went from aching to throbbing, from anticipating our coital storm
to the wracking hurricane of her intense orgasm. Incredibly it was merely
seconds before I felt her shudder in my arms. Silver continued to prod me to
higher and higher emotional heights, while she acquiesced to another orgasm.

"I've wanted a piece of you all night," I growled into her ear. "And now I've
got you -- whoever you are."

"Oh, fuck!" Silver's voice suddenly changed. It was higher pitched, louder.
"You've got me cumming again!"

That was all I really needed. The flashing pressure seemed to spiral up my
spine and hit me in the back of my brain, while a similar intensity lit a fuse
at the base of my testicles until the explosion was unstoppable. The blast of
ecstasy burst my seminal dam, and I too blew out a tremendous wash of pure
liquid heat through the only opening I had for its release. I had loosed my
frustrations, flung every fluid ounce of my sexual tension into this voluptuous
masked stranger, and finally, I too had marked Silver as my own.

Panting and still trembling totally out of control, Silver gasped. "You really
are as good as Melanie said you were."

Still deeply enveloped and soaking in the wet heat of Silver's cunt, my cock
stirred anxiously at the compliment and at the remembered incident. "You mean
Melanie told you about me?"

"And Tammy and Debra and Carrie -- they all raved about you, Bob. So I just had
to find out." Her voice had assumed a higher more natural tone -- a very
familiar pitch.

"How did you hear about...?" I couldn't finish the question. I think even then
I'd already guessed the answer.

Slowly I reached for her silver mask. This time she put up no struggle to keep
me from removing it, and as I peeled away the silver plastic from her moist
skin, the beautifully familiar face of my sister, Kate, peered up at me and
smiled.

"Aren't you glad I came to Melanie's party?"

"No. Yes! I mean -- I don't know," I answered.

"Well, part of you must have known already." Kate pulled against my ass with
her hands, holding me tighter still within her pliant body. "Otherwise the
truth should have made you go soft."

Oh, Christ! She was right. My cock had stayed rock hard even after that jarring
orgasm.

"I love you, Bob."

"I love you too, Kate," I replied, still indulging inside her warm vaginal
sheath. I dropped my head down to kiss first her lips and then her gorgeous
breasts. "I just never realized how much until now."

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