them to get.
The novelty soon wore off, and we were again looking for new experiences. The girls brought me to a fancy- dress party. This one was different though, in that we had to wear masks the whole evening and not disclose our identity to anyone. There were also not to be any romantic interludes or quick passionate meetings. The whole affair took on a rather highbrow feel to it, which I, at first, found uncomfortable. I had become accustomed to the lewd, open, unabashed life-style I'd been leading. Every man was dressed in evening attire-complete with intricate neckwear. The women dazzled in beautiful, but very modest, gowns. No plunging necklines in this group! I would have been vastly underdressed for the occasion had not Anna and Nina, knowing my wardrobe, brought an appropriate outfit. There was a very talented group of musicians playing rather subdued music, low enough to allow for conversation, yet also appropriate for dancing. People mingled freely and carried on conversations with ease. But never did the guests reveal their identities; introductions were skipped altogether. I stood talking to groups of people, or dancing politely with some impeccably dressed man, and suddenly it dawned on me what was the attraction to such a gathering. The sexual tension in the air was more intense, indeed more palpable, than at some of the orgies I had attended. I realized that because each of the people in the room knew there was to be no “free love” or lewd displays, they were more sharply focused on sex than they would otherwise be. The rules of behavior had been carefully drawn so as to create an atmosphere of unbridled lust, hidden beneath a veneer of polite society manners.
I'll never know whether this cultivated atmosphere heightened my senses or whether I was just destined to meet the next man with whom I would fall in love at this strange party. I saw him on the dance floor partnering a rather nondescript woman. He was tall, broad shouldered, and behind his mask, I could tell that his features were sharply chiseled and handsome. I knew in a flash, with not one slight doubt, that he would become my lover. I moved through the room trying to get closer to him. The dynamics of the crowd, though, were such that, every time I came within a few yards of him, the current of humanity would carry one or the other of us off in the wrong direction. Either I was pulled onto the dance floor, or he was drawn into conversation with a group of people, or Anna and Nina would drag me over to talk to some new people. I could stand no more of this suspense. I knew in my heart that we were destined to meet, but mere consequences were keeping us apart. The situation heightened my desire even more. I could feel my pussy moistening beneath that oh-so-proper gown. If this continued, I would soon be dripping my pearly juices upon the dance floor.
So sure was I that things had to work out as I'd imagined them-that we'd find ourselves alone all of the sudden when partners were changed during a dance, or out on the balcony when we both found ourselves in need of air-I almost didn't notice that he was making his exit. Hat in hand, he was nodding to a few people and making his way to the door. With unseemly haste, I grabbed Anna by the hand and pointed out the man to her. “I must know who he is. I must meet him. I am in love,” I said with a plaintive whine in my voice. Anna peered after the departing figure of the man I'd indicated and said, “That is entirely against the rules. You were told what this party was to be like,” she said reprovingly. “Besides, I don't know who he is.'
I was devastated. It couldn't be possible that a man I wanted could be so out of reach. I remained sullen for a week after that strange, polite affair. Worried at my downcast demeanor and listlessness, Anna and her sister began a discreet, but intense, search for my mystery man. They made no progress. Undaunted, they came up with a brilliant idea. They decided that we should throw a party of our own. It would be held at their house and there would be no formal guest list. Anna and Nina invited all of the people they suspected were at the ball where I'd seen him and told them to invite anyone else they knew. Since the society was small and close-knit, people tended to appear at all the same functions. Surely my intended lover would show up!
The appointed hour came and, all of the preparations completed, we stood, wearing masks, in a sort of receiving line conversing amongst ourselves. We had planned the party as a costumed affair, like the other had been, but the rules of introduction were to be quite a bit looser-and hopefully the sexual tension that built up wouldn't be unrequited. Then, quite suddenly I thought, the doors were thrown open and several women and girls entered.
'Our guests are arriving,” whispered Nina. “The elite of the male sex will be coming along soon now.” Pointing them out one by one, I found myself gazing upon a dozen or more members of the highest society.
I was still holding my mask in my hand and the two sisters were still wearing theirs. Couples, arm in arm, were constantly passing us. Those who recognized me stopped, and I couldn't help but chat for a while. The hours flew by and still he hadn't shown up! Most of the guests had abandoned their masks, as well as their polite manners, and were pairing off. Anna and Nina had stripped some time ago, giving the signal that this party was to be completely different from that earlier one. Others caught on quickly. Couples were ascending and descending the stairs, and all were stark naked.
Those descending seemed more at ease; those ascending seemed in a hurry, and the reason was obvious. The sight of so much nakedness was proving too much for the gentlemen, young and old, and the amorous maidens were hurrying them to the various bedrooms that they might reduce the hard-ons and, at the same time, cool their own raging passions.
Standing with Anna and me in a little balcony overlooking the festivities, Nina laughingly said, “Our party is getting under way with a bang.'
'I can quite understand how those girls must feel,” I said. “The sight of all those thrilling stiff pricks has aroused me too.'
She produced a bottle and glasses, and after we had drunk a toast, wishing for my success in finding just the prick I was searching for, the sisters slipped away. I laughed, for it was plainly written on their faces what was troubling them.
I turned and headed for the room the girls had prepared for me and my mystery man. I remember commenting when they had showed it to me, “You seem to take it for granted that I have already won him.'
'You will,” they said enigmatically
'Just as soon as he lays his eyes upon that delightfully pretty little thing between your thighs,” Anna said, placing her arms about me, “he'll be sure to fall in love with you.'
I slipped inside and shrugged off my last garment, meaning to relax for a few moments before continuing my search. I started when Nina called out to me. Heart pounding, I hurried down the stairs with her. We made our way through the laughing, happy couples, Nina playfully touching a pussy here or grasping and squeezing an erect prick there.
Such an assemblage is bound to become the least bit unruly, but to their everlasting credit, not a man so much as touched me, though some of the girls were less careful.
Into the ballroom at last, Nina led me through the maze of people. They were standing everywhere, and I wondered how they would ever find room to dance. Some four hundred persons were there, and every one as naked as a newborn babe. Stiff pricks were everywhere and were boldly stroked by giggling girls.
Few gave us any attention at all; they were too busy with their own partners, and two more naked girls meant little to them.
Gaining a far corner, Nina said, “I've never seen them so free as they are tonight-I wonder what could have gotten into them.'
'Isn't a little playful fun allowed?” I asked.
'Of course. The sky's the limit; it's simply that I have never seen this high-society set act with such freedom before!'
I could see she was excited at all this. I said: “It's just possible that some hot-blooded maiden will so forget herself as to take possession of one of those noble-looking pricks right here among the other guests.'
Her eyes brightened and she said, “You may just be the one to lose control in such a manner. I want to introduce you to Ferry, your future lover!'
I found myself face to face with the man she had called Ferry. He was talking to two girls, and like them, he was stark naked, sandals on the soles of his well-formed feet being his only covering.
A smile lighted up his handsome face at sight of me, and he came forward, gently pushing the others out of his way. Grasping both my hands in his, he said, “I have been anxious to meet you. I wanted to talk to you at that endlessly boring party, but I couldn't get near you. I was called out of town on business after that, but upon my arrival, I heard about this party and knew it was my chance. I'm glad to see you've abandoned your mask. How beautiful you are.'
My breath was quite taken away now that I was finally standing in front of him, looking up into his gorgeous
