From Lost In Eros – Book 1
An enlightening visit to the library
In 10 Parts By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
The next day, after a quick trip to the garden for bathing and breakfast, they started on the third floor. This proved not much more useful than the first and second floors, until, after two play breaks, they came upon a large pair of double doors at the end of a corridor. Pushing one of the doors open, they realized they had found the library.
The shelves of books seemed to defy gravity both in the way the shelves soared up to the high ceiling, and in the fact that they were not on the ground floor, which seemed to Don to be the sensible place for what must be a very heavy collection of books. Off to the left as they came in, was a remarkably unremarkable circulation desk.
Behind it, of course, was an incredibly hot woman with her thick, long dark hair tied up in a conservative bun, and a nice set of full tits peeking out of the collared, white dress shirt (which had two more buttons undone than Don had ever seen on areal librarian), and long, beautiful legs glimpsed beneath the hem of, and through the modest (by Manor standards) slit on the side of, the black skirt that clung to her curves and fell to just below her knee. Of course, she was also wearing black frame glasses, high heels and dark pink lipstick.Don and the others took a moment to wander around a bit. They noticed that there were several floors to the library, connected to this one by circular metal staircases. Here on the main floor there were a number of little reading lounge areas, complete with comfortable chairs and couches. These areas and the many secluded corners and aisles between the stacks were conducive to erotic encounters, and, this being the Manor, there were a number of parties enjoying themselves in just this way. Surprisingly enough, there were also a few people who were actually there to read.
“Can we stay here for a while?” Nicole asked with her mischievous smile, as she eyed a man’s cock as he sat on the floor with his head on the seat of a couch as a woman, facing toward the back of the couch, knelt over his face.
“Um, sure,” Don said, suddenly feeling like he and Toshia were the chaperones on a field trip. “Have fun.”
Both Nicole and Shelonda went to go enjoy themselves, while Toshia and Don considered the books available on the shelves. Toshia pointed out, “There seems to be a very good assortment.”
“Yeah,” Don said, his eyes running over the titles, “and they’re not junk. This would be a good college library, or even a small university’s. Huh, I wonder, ”
Don went over to the circulation desk and said, “Hello, I take it that you’re the librarian.”
The woman arched a dark eyebrow at him and pursed her lips before saying, “Yes, I’m the Librarian. May I help you?”
“Just ‘the Librarian’, not the ‘head librarian’?” Don asked playfully.
“No,” the Librarian said a bit impatiently. “That’s the head librarian over there.”
Don followed the direction of her nod and saw a woman on her knees in front of a gentleman in a chair giving him an enthusiastic, but quiet, blowjob.
“Of course she is,” Don couldn’t help saying. Turning back to the Librarian, he asked, “Could you tell me if you have any floor plans of the Manor on file?”
“Oh, good idea!” Toshia said.
“Shush,” the Librarian insisted. “No, I’m afraid we do not, sir.”
“How about any books at all about the Manor?” Don tried.
“Not as such, sir,” the Librarian said seriously. “However, you may want to talk to the Scholar.”
“I’m sure we do want to,” Don smiled. “Would you kindly direct us to him?”
“Certainly,” she smiled. “Please follow me.”
The Scholar Has Some Answers
Don and Toshia shared a glance and a shrug and then followed the Librarian. They passed Nicole and Shelonda, who were now riding the man’s cock and sitting on the back of the couch getting eaten by the woman, respectively, and then climbed a winding set of stairs up two levels. Then, through an area dominated by large work tables which were currently unused, except for the pair of men who were using one as a stable platform to lean against, they were brought to a door with a hand-lettered sign on it that read “SCHOLAR’S ROOM; Keep out!” The Librarian rapped twice on the door and proceeded to open it.
A thin man who was apparently a bit older than Don, with reddish brown hair, looked up from the heavy book he was reading, and said, “Yes? What is it?”
“This gentleman was looking for books about the Manor,” the Librarian said. “I suggested he might want to talk with you.”
“Oh, really? Well, good. Thank you, Audrey,” the man said.
“You’re welcome, Robert,” the Librarian nodded with a smile and then turned to leave.
“Oh, could you send Leah up when she has a few minutes?” Robert asked.
“Of course,” the Librarian, or Audrey, said as she left.
“You two are on a first name basis, eh?” Don observed.
“Oh, yes, well, I knew her when she was still the head librarian,” Robert said, scratching his head absently. “She’s a beautiful creature, isn’t she? I was in love with her for a long time; maybe still am a little. It’s no good falling in love here, though, not with them.”
“Why not?” Toshia said.
“You must be quite new,” Robert decided. “They’re not complete. They have no memories before waking up here, unlike me and, I take it, the two of you. They also have all their material needs taken care of, and only one consistent desire, and there’s plenty of that to be had. So, without anything to structure their lives, they don’t really develop personalities. What makes you special here, young woman; particularly to this fellow who obviously adores you; is your memories and your complete personality. Audrey, the Librarian, as lovely, and amazing in bed, as she is; and she really is amazing in bed!; she’s not quite a whole person. Sure, she’s got a personality, a perfectly charming one, but it’s rather, Well, superficial, though I’m not sure that’s the best word. One gets infatuated perhaps, but it fades when one realizes they’ve fallen for what is basically a child in a smoking hot body. Does that all make sense?”
“Um, yes,” Toshia nodded, “I think so.”
“So, I take it you’re not new here?” Don asked.
“No,” Robert laughed. “Oh, sorry! Please have a seat. I don’t get many visitors.”
Don and Toshia sat down in the offered chairs. This gave them a chance to appreciate the stacks of papers and books cluttering the little room.
“Um, I have been here for a very long time indeed. Let’s see,” Robert said, grabbing for a notebook off to his left. “I’ve been here for one hundred and forty seven, no, forty eight, hmm, ”
“You’ve been here for one hundred and forty eight days?” Toshia asked.
“Oh, no! That’s nothing,” Robert laughed again. “I’ve been here for that many years, plus two months and eight days.”
“What?!” Toshia gasped.
Don took this information a bit more calmly, and said, “Robert, that’s not possible. You must have made a mistake.”
“No, no,” Robert shook his head. “I keep very careful track of these things. It’s what I do to try to keep myself sane. Perhaps I don’t do enough, but I’m sure the numbers are right. Years are still 365 days, right?”
“Well, yeah, plus leap years,” Don said.
“Yeah, ok, so I should probably factor those in, but what’s the point?”
“Okay, well, how is it possible that you’re over 150 years old?” Toshia asked.
Robert shrugged, but said, “It’s the water. I’m almost sure it’s the water. It’s not actually water, of course; not H-two-O. They call it XYZ; kind of a joke, that.”
“Who’s 'they’?” Don asked.
“I should have said 'we’ really, but the Scholars who came before me, and some other people I’ve managed to talk to over the years. There have been at least eight scholars, who have worked here over the years, and sometimes people pass through the Manor, and they tell me things, which I’m careful to record. It’s kind of the gig, you see, and it’s supposed to help keep me from going totally bonkers.”
“Wait,” Toshia said. “You’re going too fast. How could the water, or the XYZ, keep you alive, and young, for so long?”
“Well, that’s the million dollar question,” Robert chuckled. “XYZ seems to do a lot of things. First of all, it does everything our 'normal’ water does, but it does it better. Somehow you don’t need more than a glass of the stuff every day.”
“We’d noticed that,” Don nodded.
“Of course you did,” Robert smiled. “It’s so delicious too, and like the water we were used to before we got here, it’s in everything, including our bodily fluids, so those are also delicious; almost addictively so. And, since it’s so effective, for hydration, a little bit of each other’s fluids keeps us going quite well. It also revs up your libido; 'throws it into permanent over-drive’ might be a better way to put it; but I don’t think it does much to our level of inhibition. No one ever seems drunk on the stuff. I suspect only people who are already rather uninhibited get brought here. Super-charging the libido seems to do the trick. And, it seems to work particularly well in boosting natural lubricants. Also, it either works as some kind of super-disease killer; anti-bacterial and anti-viral; which is odd because it only kills harmful bacteria. Either that, or diseases just don’t exist here, which actually seems plausible. It also seems to be what’s responsible for the fact that you’re both probably in better shape now than you were when you got here.”
“Well, we haven’t exactly been inactive,” Don smiled.
“Yes, sex is good for you but seriously, everyone here is in amazing shape. You won’t find a chunky person anywhere, and a lot of them never even make it to the gym. I think this is what keeps us all just about at the age we were when we got here.”
“So, you’re from the nineteenth century?” Toshia asked.
“Oh, no, I’m from 1997.”
“But that’s not right at all!” Toshia exclaimed.
“Well, it is right, but it doesn’t make much sense,” Robert corrected.
Don frowned and asked, “Time moves more slowly here?”
“No, faster; much faster! Well, that would be the case if that were the only thing to explain, but that’s not all,” Robert grinned. “I’ve talked to dozens of people like us, who have memories, and they come from a wide range of dates. I met someone once who came in from the 1920s and another who got here from 2011, believe it or not. The funny thing is, the woman from the '20s got here long after me. It’s like time here, though linear, of course, is only connected with our 'normal’ time in an incidental way. And the records of the other Scholars show that this has always been the case. Working from those records, I can say that there have been people in the Manor from as early as 1742 and as late as 2015, but there’s little rhyme or reason to it. Most people speak English and come from the 20th and early 21st centuries.”
“That’s amazing,” Don said.
“And crazy,” Toshia added. “Let’s not forget the crazy.”
“We remember our lives before the Manor, but what about the people here who don’t?” Don asked. “Are they natives, or what?”
“Well, there are two types of people here who don’t remember anything else, or at least seem not to,” Robert smiled, enjoying the chance to talk about these things. “There are the staff, what 'we’ call 'the blanks’; if they have any memories they’re not telling. They might as well be automata, and some of us have thought they are. Some of them speak occasionally, but mostly they move around and do their work. I wouldn’t be surprised if they completely lacked phenomenal experience. Then there are the rest, the playful set. Whether or not they’re from our world is hard to say. It’s probably impossible to tell for sure. I think they are, because they come here with established skill sets, most of which they don’t need and soon forget about, but it doesn’t make sense for them to be native here and to have acquired those skills; and background interests, by the way. You can see people come into the library, for instance, and they will go for a particular kind of book; say about antique cars; that it would make no sense for them to be drawn to if they were raised or created here. Plus, there’s the fact that there are no children.”
“Okay,” Toshia said, “well, if they came from our world, why do they lose their memories and we didn’t?”
“Well, first of all, you mean you didn’t lose all your memories,” Robert said with a smug smile.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s the philosophical problem, of course; how can you know what you might have forgotten? More than that, though, everyone I’ve talked to with only two exceptions has forgotten at least some of the facts about the world that they knew before coming here.”
Don and Toshia looked back at him expectantly.
“I’ll bet you both completely forgot about the dangers of STDs and pregnancy.”
“What, damn!” Don said. Toshia just gaped.
“Almost everyone forgets those things, and who knows what else,” Robert said. “I think it’s a metaphysical issue, or something like one. There apparently aren’t any such things in this world, so somehow when we’re brought over here our connection with those facts is lost.”
Don sat back in his chair, and Toshia now had her head in her hands.
“It’s all a lot to wrap your head around, I know,” Robert said.
“But there aren’t any cars in this world, either, are there?” Don asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Robert admitted.
“Then why are there books about them?”
“I honestly have no idea,” the Scholar shrugged.
“Okay, what about who brought us here?” Toshia asked. “You keep saying 'brought here’, and that implies a 'bringer’, right?”
“Or bringers, yes,” Robert nodded. “Unfortunately, that’s really just a manner of speech. I really don’t know anything about who or what is responsible for our being here.”
There was a rap at the door, and then the head librarian, Leah, came in. She smiled at Don and Toshia, and moved over to Robert, who pushed his chair back so that she could kneel down and begin giving him a blowjob.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Robert said. “I’m just like you two and everyone else in this place, horny as hell all the time. Fortunately, sweet Leah here is happy to help out.”
Leah paused in her duties long enough to say with a smile, “It’s my job, and I love my job.”
“Um, well, there are so many questions, ” Don started. He was a little distracted by Leah and what she was doing. He noticed that his cock was beginning to stiffen.
“Is there a way to get back to our world?” Toshia asked.
“Someone once mentioned that there was, to one of my predecessors,” Robert nodded. “There was a rumor about a ring of some kind, but it was all very much second, or even fifth, hand.”
“Can we get back to our world from here in the Manor?” Don asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Robert said, leaning back in his chair. “I strongly doubt it.”
“You said people pass through the Manor,” Toshia said, “so there must be a way in and out of here.”
“Yeah,” Don jumped in, “and the former Lord of the Manor went someplace. Where did he go? Where did the former Librarian go? And what happened to your predecessors?”
“Um, I don’t know about that last, uh, bit,” Robert managed, clearly distracted by Leah. “None of them left a note saying where they went. But yes, there is a door into and out of the Manor, though I’ve never seen it or been through it. Oh, that’s very nice, Leah.”
Don and Toshia looked at each other. She shrugged and Don said, “Okay, well, if we may come back later, we’ll leave you to your, uh, work.”
“Of course,” Robert smiled, “come back anytime. Oh, but wait! Hold on a second, dear,” he said to Leah. “You might want to reconsider leaving the Manor. From what I can tell, the world outside is , odd and disturbing.”
“This isn’t odd?” Toshia asked.
“Well, yes, but, Just one more moment, dear,” he said to Leah. Then, back to Toshia, “Here, in the Manor everything’s all happy, friendly romping about and group sex. Things outside aren’t quite so , predictably friendly. No one’s going to carry you off and ass-fuck you against your will here, but outside, Well, it sounds like they’re not so polite.”
“But there’s no way to get home in the Manor?” Don persisted.
“I don’t think so, no,” Robert said. Leah started to suck on him again, but he managed, “Just be sure you really want to leave, that’s all.”
Don and Toshia left, closing the door behind them, and walked over to the area where the big work tables were. The two men who’d been there earlier had left.
Toshia hopped up on the end of one of the tables.
“I get the feeling we don’t really know much more than we did before,” Don said.
“Yeah, I’ve got at least as many questions,” she nodded, while grabbing him by the arm and pulling her in front of her spread legs. She took hold of his cock, now hard from watching Leah down on her hands and knees, and pulled him in closer. She scooted forward a bit on the table, hooking her legs around the back of his, and pushed the head of his cock into her very hot and moist cunt.
Don smiled at her and, reaching around to hold on to her ass, pulled her even more snugly against him, pushing his thick shaft up inside her. She reached up and grabbed his head and pulled it down so she could kiss him passionately, and Don began to work himself in and out of her, mostly by rocking his hips against hers. By doing this and flexing his legs, Don was able to get a good rhythm and penetration going. After several long minutes of this, Toshia broke their kiss to gasp and then bury her face in his shoulder. Don felt her legs pulling him in even tighter. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the table. She held on to him tightly and worked with him as he raised and lowered her on his thick cock.
“Oh god!” she gasped, and Don felt her shaking in his arms, and then his own orgasm boiled over, sending hot spurts of cum into her. He held on to her there as they both shook and trembled, only eventually, and very slowly, lowering her to the table behind her.
He looked down at her and kissed her smiling mouth.
“It’s not just the water,” Toshia said.
“No?”
“Yeah, it’s making me very horny, but there’s more to it; at least with you. It’s more, Well, it’s definitely more emotional. Anyway, I don’t think the water’s making me do anything I don’t want to.”
“Well, it’s just the water for me,” Don smirked.
“Liar!” she laughed as she gave him a playful punch in the chest.
“So, we’re still looking for the way out, though, right?” Don asked. “In spite of the 'danger’?”
“Yeah, unless you’re scared,” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He pushed his cock into her a bit, and felt her squeeze him. “You know I’m not scared,” he smiled. “What’s the worst that could happen, anyway?”
“Weren’t you listening? You could get ass-fucked against your will!”
“Well, we’ll see who does the ass-fucking then, won’t we?”
“Oh, really?” she laughed. “Are you just trying to turn me on?”
Don moved in and out of her a bit, demonstrating that his cock was still quite hard, and said, “The thought had occurred to me.”
“Umm,” she murmured, which was followed by a kiss. This might have led to a longer, more leisurely session of intercourse, if Nicole and Shelonda hadn’t turned up right then.
“There you two are!” Nicole exclaimed in a loud whisper.
“Shush!” Shelonda giggled.
Don looked up at them, without making any move to pull out of Toshia. He smiled and said, “We’re going to find a way out of the Manor, and go ass-fucking. Want to come with us?”
“Oh!” Shelonda grinned as she climbed up onto the table and started crawling toward Toshia and Don, “But can’t you go 'butt-fucking’ here?”
“Sure,” Don said, “but apparently it’s more of a challenge outside.”
Shelonda seemed to consider this, but put off responding until after she had given Toshia a long, upside-down kiss.
“I take it you found out something?” Nicole asked, as she leaned on the table.
“Yes,” Don nodded, as he pulled back to let Shelonda work her way down to get her mouth on Toshia’s tits, though he didn’t pull out of Toshia just yet. He started to tell Nicole what they’d learned from Robert, the Scholar, but when he felt Toshia moving under him, pulling at him with her legs, he began to fuck her again. He tried to keep explaining things to Nicole, but when Leah came out, having apparently given more than just a blowjob to Robert, and she and Nicole started making out, Don gave up. Instead he pulled Toshia in on his cock and began to fuck her steadily. While he was doing this, Shelonda crawled up to kneel over Toshia’s face, and leaned over to kiss Don.
This all went on for some time, even after Shelonda and Toshia came, and after they all ganged up on Leah, who they managed to reduce to a giggling mass of post-orgasmic sex-pot. Finally, though, they were able to finish telling Nicole what they had learned, and even managed to get themselves back out of the library.
There, in the corridor, they ran into none other than Igor, again, this time accompanied by Amy and Jamie.
“Ah ha! Just who we were looking for!” Amy grinned. “There’s a masquerade party tonight in the ballroom, and we didn’t want you to miss it.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Toshia said.
Don asked Igor, “How do you keep finding us so easily?”
Igor just shrugged, and almost smiled.
“We are going to the masquerade party, aren’t we?” Nicole asked.
It was Don’s turn to shrug, but Toshia said, “Sure. It sounds like fun. I take it we can get costumes in the wardrobe?”
“Yes!” Amy said, “Let’s go find ourselves some sexy costumes!”
Masquerade Ball
Toshia was feeling more relaxed about life in the Manor. Somehow, knowing that life here was relatively safe and stable translated into feeling more comfortable with going with the flow. There was also the fact that time was somehow not in sync with their normal world, which meant, Toshia thought, that it didn’t really make a lot of sense to worry about how long they were gone.
Perhaps she would return to Sarah only minutes after she left, or maybe a hundred years had already passed. This last thought was sad, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it right now. She and Don would find a way back if there was one, but for tonight she could relax and enjoy the masquerade party.
Amy, Jamie, Shelonda, and then Ilsa, Natalia and Keiko, helped Toshia and Nicole find costumes. However, Toshia needed less help than before, since, once she had an idea of what she wanted to wear, it became very easy to find appropriate elements for the costume in the immense wardrobe.
As she was adjusting her hat, Ilsa came up to her and said, “Ah, but you must have a mask. Everyone has to wear a mask.”
“Why?”
“That’s what makes this a ‘masquerade’ and not just a costume party,” Ilsa said with a smile. “The rule tonight is that no one takes off their mask, at least while they’re in the ballroom. It’s fun to guess who people are. Oh, and, although you can play with anyone, if someone guesses your name, you’re supposed to stop whatever you’re doing and play with them.”
“But, everyone I know is here,” Toshia said, disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to play this last game very well.
“Well, then you won’t have to guess, and we’ll have to go with you if you whisper our name in our ear,” Ilsa smiled.
“Oh!” Toshia grinned. “I like that. Where are the masks?”
When everyone was done Toshia took stock of the other women’s costumes. Ilsa was wearing a sheer, powder blue robe (open, of course), with a small pair of wings cleverly attached to the back, and a little halo over her head, which was kept bobbing there by the stiff wire attached to the little ring she had around her head. Natalia had the “matching” costume: cute little red horns poking out of her auburn hair, which she wore down this evening, flowing over her naked shoulders, a long red tail attached to a black garter belt, red stockings, and very sexy stiletto heels. Keiko was wearing a naughty school-girl costume, complete with plaid skirt, buttoned white shirt, short white socks and patent-leather shoes, and had pulled her black hair into pig tails. Marissa, who Toshia hadn’t seen since returning to the wardrobe, was wearing a long black dress with a plunging neckline, a black leather corset, dark eye shadow, and blood red lipstick, and was the sexiest vampire since Elvira.
Jamie was dressed as a pirate wench. Amy had found a surprisingly flexible “armored” top, which pushed her tits up in a distracting way, and a pleated skirt to go with her warrior sandals, shin guards and arm bands, to complete a very nice warrior woman look. Shelonda was a cute and not at all frightening witch, including a tall, pointed black hat. Finally, Nicole had put together a very good Alice in Wonderland costume, complete with blonde wig. “It seemed appropriate,” Nicole laughed. Toshia agreed, even though they were the only two who got the joke. Everyone was wearing appropriate masks; most quite small and color coordinated, but Marissa’s dark red one had extra-large eye holes, Natalia’s had flame-like points along the top, and Amy’s was a shiny bronze and covered much more of her face, though, of course, it left her mouth free.
When they were all happy with their costumes, they went out into the waiting room, where they met the men. The Player wore a sumptuous royal robe, a crown and nothing else. Peter had on a cowboy hat, a vest, and pair of chaps. Igor wore only a Viking helmet with horns. Don was wearing a colorful jester’s hat, a matching top, with puffy sleeves and wild coloring, that hung down below his belt far enough to hide his privates (for the moment), and bright red shoes with toes that curled up into points.
“Wow,” Toshia laughed, “this is quite a coincidence!”
Don gaped at her and said, “I’d say it’s too much of a coincidence.”
“What? Don’t you like my costume?” Toshia was wearing a harlequin costume much like Don’s, except that hers was covered in black and white diamond shapes, had sleeves that fit her slender arms snugly, and had a plunging neckline and was backless.
“Oh, no,” Don said, “I like it very much. It’s just well, I picked this costume because of a dream I had, about you, the night before we woke up here, and in the dream you were wearing a black and white harlequin costume.”
Toshia frowned, “You’re right, that is very weird. What do you think it means?”
“I have no idea,” Don said. He seemed more disturbed by this than any of the other things that had happened in their time in the Manor.
While they had been talking, the Player, or, as he was styling himself this evening, “His Royal Majesty,” had led the whole party out to the spiral staircase and down to the ballroom. The massive hall was much as it had been for the ball several nights ago, but now it was even more crowded, with a wide assortment of costumed characters. Music was playing, and people were dancing, but there didn’t seem to be the organized ritual of a particular dance going on, or anything else on the order of a systematic matching game.
Like before, Toshia and Don started with a bite to eat and some water. Shelonda and Nicole followed along. Toshia watched Don with interest. He seemed preoccupied. Finally, as he tossed a banana peel into the waste bin, he said, “I think I know how to find the way out of here.”
“What?” Toshia asked surprised. “How?”
Don smiled and said, “I’m not sure, and I’d rather just try it and see, if you don’t mind. But there’s no point in leaving at night, is there? I mean, we’ve got a safe, warm place to spend the night and are all dressed up, right?”
Toshia nodded, “That makes sense.”
“So, I say we enjoy this party,” Don said. “It might be the last one for a while.”
Toshia smiled and nodded. Nicole nodded with a bit less of a smile, and Shelonda frowned but nodded.
Don went on then, saying, “Just to make sure we don’t get separated, I suggest we all stay in here unless we all leave together.”
“You’re sounding ominous now,” Nicole said.
“Oh, well, sorry about that,” Don smiled. “I guess that was a bit dramatic. I just want to make sure everyone who wants to try to leave is here, that’s all; so we don’t have to hang around or go looking for anyone.”
“So, for now,” Nicole said with a grin, “enjoy the party.”
“Exactly,” Don nodded.
“Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into,” Nicole said to Shelonda, and the two turned to wander off into the crowd.
“Okay,” Toshia said. “Seriously, you did sound ominous.”
“It’s probably nothing,” Don shrugged. “I just don’t want anything to go wrong; meaning, I don’t want us to get separated. On the other hand, like I said, this may be the last chance we have to enjoy, well, this kind of party, so we should live it up.”
Toshia smiled at him, “Just stay in the ballroom.”
“Exactly,” he said again.
“Why don’t we make this interesting?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“Oh? I’m all ears,” he laughed.
“Well, I was going to suggest we keep score somehow, but that doesn’t seem quite fair.”
“No, it’s certainly not,” Don grinned. “You’ve demonstrated that over and over again.”
“What can I say?” she shrugged, “I’m both popular and talented. So why don’t we try this, you go off in one direction and I go off in the other? We each find our own amusements, and then, only after those first amusements, we start looking for each other, but without being seen by the other. When one of us can whisper the other’s name into their ear, the whisperer wins.”
“I like it! What do I win?”
“Well, me, of course,” she smiled, “though I’ll be winning you.”
“We’ll see,” Don smiled. He then slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Toshia returned the kiss happily, and then let him slip away. She watched him heading toward the dance floor, and then started to work her way toward the stairs up to the gallery.
She very deliberately made her way past an interesting and distracting assortment of costumes until she got to the middle of the gallery, midway between the two stairways. She kept away from the balcony railing, so Don was less likely to spot her. Only when she got to her desired location did she look around to assess what sort of mischief was afoot. It was still early in the party so things were a bit restrained; well, by Manor standards. On the bench to her right a musketeer was getting a lap-dance screw from a woman wearing the top half of a tuxedo costume as well as a top hat. To the left, a serving wench and a fairy princess were enthusiastically making out with hands between each other’s legs.
Thinking back to the earlier conversation with Robert in the library, Toshia thought it was fascinating that the people around her, without any memory of their former lives, had selected coordinated costumes that must have appealed to them for some murky half-glimpsed reasons. Toshia wished she had thought to ask Shelonda why she had chosen to be a witch, though she was sure it would have been a fruitless inquiry.
She was musing on these issues, as well as watching the people around her, when a hand grasped her arm and a voice said in her ear, “Hello, Toshia.”
Toshia turned to see a man wearing a fancy courtier’s jacket, cape and hat. He wore a sequined white mask, behind which were brown eyes. His hair was dark and his skin a dusky, Mediterranean hue. She remembered her little escapade with Don and four other guys in the corridor upstairs. She smiled and quietly said, “David?”
He smiled and nodded. Knowing the rules of the masquerade, Toshia allowed herself to be led over to an empty area of the bench. She felt a little ludicrous in her harlequin costume sitting next to a bottomless courtier with a raging hard on, but still, she was flattered that David had not only remembered her but had identified her in her costume.
David set his hat to the side, and said, “There’s something I’ve wanted to do since the other day.” With that, he promptly got on his knees and parted her thighs. He lifted the bottom of her short harlequin’s dress and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. Toshia relaxed and leaned back, pushing herself forward on the bench. As David’s lips and tongue began to caress and tease her, Toshia felt her arousal quicken. She looked down at his masked face between her legs, and ran her fingers through his dark hair. He sucked on her clit and a little shudder passed through her. Toshia closed her eyes a little and let the sensations of David’s mouth on her be the center of her attention. She noticed that she was rocking her hips and then enjoying the feeling of several fingers moving inside her.
After several minutes of this, Toshia knew she was ready for more. She bent down and said to David, “Come up here and have a seat.”
He quickly did as she suggested, and Toshia got up over him, facing the wall and holding the top of the backrest of the bench, and lowered herself down on his ready and very willing cock. Peter held himself erect for her, until she was properly impaled upon it. Then, with a playful grin on her face, Toshia began to ride up and down on him. She concentrated on squeezing his cock with her cunt. She wanted him to come and didn’t care whether or not she did. She knew there would be plenty for her, and she wanted to start the evening off making David come. After all, he had been so helpful to her the other day. David didn’t seem to object to this plan at all and very soon he was arching his back to push himself up into her as his cum filled her cunt.
Smiling down at him, she said, “Thank you, good sir.” She gave him a quick kiss, and then climbed off him. Toshia looked around a bit and then headed off toward the end of the gallery opposite the one she’d come up. By now, the general state of orgy was going strong. Not too far off, she spied a woman wearing a sexy gypsy costume kneeling over the face of a man who was lying on his back and wearing what looked to be a gangster’s pinstripe jacket and vest. While being licked from below, the gypsy was giving a thorough blowjob to a cowboy who was not Peter. No one was attending to the gangster’s erection, though, and this seemed like a shame to Toshia. In the spirit of wild abandon, which was something she was getting quite used to, Toshia knelt down on the floor next to the gangster and began to stroke and suck his rigid cock.
Toshia had only intended to give the man a quick blowjob and move on, but when she felt hands caressing her behind and lifting it up a bit, she obliged by leaning forward a little and lifting her ass in the air. She felt the head of a cock moving between her lips and begin to enter her. Toshia took a break from her cock sucking and looked over her shoulder to see someone wearing a rather extravagant Frankenstein’s monster costume. She laughed a little, but pushed back on the monster’s cock, letting it fill her up, and then went back to work on the cock in front of her.
The gangster succumbed to her oral skills fairly quickly, shooting sticky, sweet cum into her waiting mouth as she pumped and sucked at his organ. The monster behind her, though, had endurance, and Toshia found herself enjoying the steady, deep fucking he was giving her. As the gypsy and gangster disentangled themselves and moved away, Toshia reached back, fumbled her costume aside, and began to play with her clit, feeling the monster’s balls hitting against her fingers. She was a bit distracted, then, when a slender woman with long dark hair wearing a short little black ‘20s flapper dress and matching mask crawled up to her and began to kiss her. Toshia responded almost automatically, letting the young woman’s tongue slip into her mouth and enjoying the feeling of having a woman’s mouth on her own. Then, Toshia realized she had kissed this mouth before. She murmured, “Virginia.”
The flapper stopped kissing her, looked carefully at the face wearing the black and white mask, and said, “Toshia? Oh, it’s good to see you! Have you been enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, a lot,” Toshia smiled. She kept playing with herself while the monster behind her kept at his work. So he wouldn’t stop, Toshia kept pushing back at him while he fucked her. Toshia said to Virginia, “I think I owe you a good licking.”
“Oh!” Virginia said and promptly turned around and sat down in front of Toshia, pulling her dress up and pushing her exposed cunt forward so Toshia could lower her mouth to it. Because both her hands were busy, Toshia just used her mouth, first kissing, then licking and sucking, Virginia’s cunt and clit. The young woman had clearly been busy already, for there was quite a bit of pearly cum leaking out of her, though there was considerably less after a couple of minutes of Toshia’s ministrations.
Toshia had to pause in her tongue-work when her first orgasm of the party hit her, blossoming like a slow motion explosion in her nervous system. She shoved back onto the phallus inside her moaning and trembling. Apparently this was what Frankenstein’s monster had been waiting for, because he promptly began pumping what felt like a bucket of cum into Toshia. As he drew out of her, Toshia smiled back over her shoulder at him before devoting her full attention to Virginia. Now she was able to use her left hand, which was no longer playing between her own legs, to help stimulate Virginia. Toshia pushed two, then three, fingers up inside the young woman’s cunt, and began to fuck them in and out of her as she licked at her clit with increased fervor and pressure. Virginia responded by pushing herself into Toshia’s mouth and tongue.
Toshia felt small, undoubtedly feminine, hands and lips on her backside then, and a moment after a mouth and tongue on her sex, licking and sucking up the cum there. Soon whoever this new person was began to focus on Toshia’s clit, with her nose pushed into Toshia’s wet cunt. Toshia tried her best to ignore these new distractions, though, and continued to make love to Virginia’s sweet cunt and clit. She was rewarded finally with the girl’s loud and extremely wet orgasm. Toshia kept lapping at her, though, and Virginia rode the wave to another gasping orgasm, before pushing away from Toshia’s persistent mouth and hand. Toshia smiled up with a face wet from Virginia’s own juices at the pretty girl in the flapper costume. Virginia smiled back and knelt down to kiss her. This led to a prolonged bit of making out, as Virginia playfully kissed and licked Toshia’s face clean.
While this was going on, another flapper, this one a blonde in a white dress and mask, and with much larger tits, came over and knelt down next to Virginia and said, “Hi, Toshia!”
“Hi, Chastity,” Toshia smiled.
“Toshia just licked me to a wonderful orgasm; two, actually!” Virginia grinned.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful!”
“I’d be happy to see what I can do for you,” Toshia smiled, “but I need to get off my knees.”
“Modesty,” Virginia said, “let this poor girl lay down.”
“Yes, ma'am,” laughed the woman who had been licking Toshia from behind. Toshia turned to see the pretty redhead, wearing a silver flapper’s dress, kneeling behind her with a shiny wet chin. Toshia smiled at Modesty, who had annoyed her on her first day in the Manor. Maybe she’s not so bad, after all, Toshia thought.
Toshia got on her back and Chastity immediately straddled her face, while Modesty got between Toshia’s legs to go back to licking, and, now, fingering. Chastity was facing 'North’, toward the top of Toshia’s head, and Toshia reached up to hold the girl’s ass, getting her into just the right position, and began to lap at her sweet cunt and clit.
Though it was hard to see with Chastity’s bunched up dress over her face, Toshia could tell that a man had come up to stand in front of the girl. Toshia figured, from that and the way Chastity was moving on her, that Chastity was sucking on the guy. Similarly, from the rhythmic way Modesty was being pushed into her below, Toshia guessed Modesty was being fucked from behind. Toshia found it exciting to be in the middle of all this sex. She would miss this when she and Don got out of the Manor.
Toshia was pleased that Chastity was the first of the three women to come. The busty blonde pressed down on Toshia’s mouth and trembled and swayed for what seemed like a very long orgasm. Toshia was next, as another shuddering wave swept over and through her body. She could feel more than hear, Modesty moaning as her own orgasm hit the leggy little redhead.
Toshia pushed Chastity up a little and squirmed out from under and between the two girls. She had been right; Chastity was sucking off a man in a doctor’s coat, while a highwayman plundered Modesty from behind. Also, Virginia was nearby, on her back in a 69 with a gypsy, who Toshia suspected was the gypsy who had earlier been sitting on the gangster’s face.
With a smile, Toshia decided it was time to start looking for Don, though she was in no hurry; the night was young, and she had XYZ coursing through her system.
As she moved in the general direction of the nearest stairs (which was now the one opposite to the stairs she’d used to come up to the gallery), she caught sight of the musketeer she’d noticed earlier. He was standing up against the balcony railing on one side of a woman wearing a cute cocktail waitress costume who had another man; a strapping, bare-chested gladiator; on the other side of her. The woman had a hard cock in each hand and was taking turns kissing each man. The men on the other hand had worked her top down to free her tits, and were kissing and sucking on them when she wasn’t making out with them. In addition, the gladiator had his hand between her stockinged thighs and up her short skirt. Now that Toshia had a better look at the musketeer she was sure he was familiar. Thinking the cocktail waitress wouldn’t be too sorely disappointed, or unable to quickly find a replacement, Toshia decided to attempt to exercise her prerogative. She slipped up next to the musketeer, and whispered, “Jason?”
The musketeer turned to her with a broad smile and whispered back, “Hello, Toshia.” He allowed himself to be led away from the cocktail waitress quite happily. Making it to the bench against the wall, Toshia pushed Jason down, and said, “I saw you getting a lap dance from the girl in the tuxedo earlier; would you like another one?”
“Sure!” he said without a second’s hesitation.
Toshia smiled and bent down over him. She kissed his cock and then promptly began to suck on it. To make sure she had his undivided attention, she took his full length into her mouth and throat. Then she pulled his ass forward on the seat, and turned around facing away from him. With her feet on the floor in front of the bench, she straddled his lap, reached down to hold his cock up and in place, and then sank down on the hard, thick shaft. When she had him fully inside her, she began to wriggle on his lap, enjoying the sensation of his hardness being pressed against her in different ways as she shifted. Jason took hold of her by the waist, encouraging her to shift back and forth on him, as well as side to side. Toshia rode up and down on him a little, but always with some lateral motion when she was all the way down.
Jason sat up and reached around to cup her tit with his left hand and to slip under her skirt to play with her clit with his right. He certainly knew what he was doing, and Toshia found herself enjoying this “dance” more than she’d expected. She noticed a man in front of her, watching. He was wearing an Arab sheik’s headdress, a vest and pointy shoes out of a Sinbad movie, and was stroking a yummy cock. Toshia beckoned him over, and leaned forward a bit, to suck on the head of this new penis. With her hand wrapped tightly on the base of the sheik’s cock, Toshia sucked up and down on it while she simultaneously rode up and down on Jason’s shaft.
The sheik was either extremely impressed with Toshia’s skills or he had been putting off his orgasm, because it didn’t take much time at all before he was coming in Toshia’s mouth and down her throat. She gulped it all down with a smile, and gave the sheik’s cock one last kiss before letting it go.
To be continued in part 10
By BradentonLarry for Literotica