After Gwen accomplished at least two climaxes while impaled on my cock, she slid off with a big thank you smile and disappeared into the crowd. My legs were a little shaky so I found a nearby empty chair and sank gratefully down to a semi-reclining position. The chair was half turned away from the center of the room, so I was mostly concealed.
I didn't mind, although I knew I was missing the passing parade of male and female pulchritude and semi-nudity that swirled around the room. I noted a fairly steady stream of traffic through the door that led to Leda's chamber and all those individual bedding cribs. It made me wonder if we were limited to one-on-one games, because the rooms didn't seem big enough for more than maybe a crowded threesome. But, being a neophyte at these things, surely I had more to learn. After all, my virgin ass had only been cracked by a piece of plastic a mere two weeks ago.
Even though I considered myself normally accomplished in the mating department, the list of activities I'd not indulged in was long. It was looking more and more as if my friendship with Clete and Marci would further my sexual education in many interesting ways.
As I was deciding what my next move should be, a comely wench with a tray and a single glass of amber liquid arrived. Holding the tray expertly, she knelt between my outstretched legs and said, "You look like a Scotch man to me."
"Single malt?" I responded. I looked her in the eyes but only after I'd registered her pert and upstanding breasts beneath the sheerest of sheer blouses. "You look lovely, my dear. Come here often?"
"No, sir, but I'm here to come often tonight." She smiled and slipped the drink off the tray and into my hand on the chair arm.
"Well, my, pretty wench," I said. "I fear I am temporarily unable to accommodate your desires."
The girl had dark glossy hair and very long dark lashes which she batted at me. "Should I assume then that you find me attractive?"
"Seriously? Give me twenty minutes to rest and I'll be upstandin' and rarin' to go."
"Ah, well, let's see if we can shorten that a bit." She set down the now empty tray and skillfully opened her blouse. Both breasts pointed at me and I reacted almost automatically, moving to take them in my eager fingers. She raised her hands and forestalled my move. "Ah, ah, you rest, I'll do what needs doing."
With that she lowered her head and with nimble fingers fished out my flaccid penis. She blew a soft warm breath into my crotch and then took me deep into her mouth so that I'm sure my rod was nestling toward the back of her throat. She sucked me gently for a few seconds, then slid her head back to work her tongue round and round my head, eventually working me up to a semi-erection.
I was becoming somewhat embarrassed that I couldn't show greater appreciation for her ministrations, but as if divining my thoughts she smiled and winked and drooled a large amount of spit onto the enticing valley between her breasts. Then she leaned into me and guided my cock between her breasts. She then began a gentle up and down rocking. The sensation was phenomenal. I'd been titty-fucked before a couple of times. I think it was in high school when the girl in question wasn't ready for vaginal introduction. But either my memory was faulty or this woman was very skilled. The sensations were wonderful.
What can I say? I leaned my head back against the chair and closed my eyes. Some minutes later I came onto her chin and bosom. It wasn't a mind-cracking explosion of come, more of a gentle release, but satisfying, none the less. The woman smiled, found a warm towel and cleaned us both up.
I thanked her profusely and said, "I'm in your debt. I'd love an opportunity to reciprocate. By the way, just out of curiosity, are there larger accommodations for group sex activity?"
"Yes, there are a couple of rooms off the back of the hall, but we're not set up like a swingers club with dungeons and viewing rooms and assorted equipment. The pool and hot tub are off limits for these parties. We've discovered that it's too hard to sanitize them after you men have ejaculated in them." She smiled, touched my mouth with one long slender finger, took her tray and departed saying, "I'm sure I'll see you later, Greg."
Damn! There it was again. Another anonymous person who knew my name.
I went in search of food, leaving my codpiece in the chair. My cock dangled through the opening, but what the hell, I was more dressed than several of these partiers. I stood beside a table of snacks chomping on some excellent shrimp and then I saw Teresa, my limo companion. She'd lost her tall hat and veil. She was reclining on a backless couch, on long leg on the floor. Her skirt was parted so the man with his head in her crotch had easy access to her nakedness. On the other side of the couch a second man was leaning over her playing with her exposed breasts while she lazily slid one hand up and down his long shaft. Occasionally, she would pull him a little closer so she could run her tongue over the purple head of his cock.
I sauntered over and said, "Hey Teresa, how about a shrimp."
She canted her head toward me and grinned. "Would that be you?"
I chuckled and shook my head. Then I took the shrimp from between my lips and fed it to her. Her tongue left a damp slippery residue on my fingers which I sucked off. So now I had tasted pre-come fluid from a man I didn't know. I leaned closer and tongued her nearest nipple. Teresa went back to the cock next to her cheek and I went back for more shrimp. A woman I didn't know was standing there sampling the fare.
She was wearing a tiny black bikini thong on her hips, black boots that reached to mid thigh, and a black bandeau around her small chest. Her hair was coal black and so were her eyes. In place of a mask she was wearing some kind of thick black makeup from ear to ear except around her mouth which made for a very strange effect. I looked to see if she had fangs, but I couldn't tell.
