Feast of Dionysos

Adam exhaled tenderly. Jennifer felt his warm breath kiss her bare, sensitive flesh. She began to palpitate furiously as his fingers began to explore her sex. They ran smoothly over her outer labia which yielded to his curious touch, then it delicately spread apart, revealing more of her satiny depths. As his fingers began to dampen, she returned her gaze to his eyes. His expression, haunted by lust, seemed to acknowledge her distinct scent and developed an urgency of affection. Their eyes briefly connected. Still tender, she gave him a pleading, trustful look, anxious for his touch to clear her mind of the shock and terror of a very public encounter.

Adam lowered himself between Jennifer's legs. "Oh god... oh god..." she whispered to herself, feeling her body gasping for air. As she closed her eyes, she felt Adam's warm tongue sweetly bisecting her intimate folds, receiving his first taste of her body. He ran his tongue through the deep cleft, as if savoring the moment, then began to navigate every private nook, exploring the sensitive landscape of her body.

"Oh god, he's eating my pussy... Everyone's watching him eat my pussy..." she thought to herself. Soon the room was flooded with the juicy sonance of smacking lips as Adam licked and sucked at her clit, helping himself with increasing vigor to the obliging portal of her body. It was glorious. Adam's tongue moved smoothly about her body with purpose and direction, knowing how to trigger her sensitivity and then retreat at just the right moments. He paced himself with the clear goal of adapting to the subtle cues of her indulgence, not rushing to plunge his tongue inside and feed his own carnal instincts. She listened to his sighs, reading his own reactions as if he was on a quest to receive a nourishment that had long eluded him. Creamy, wet, and burning she succumbed to his inclinations until he was awash in the liquid emissions of her body and she could no longer hold back the vocalizations that she soon let loose upon the room.

Adam finally emerged from between Jennifer's shaking legs. She observed him with anticipation of any signs to elucidate what he was feeling. She saw him gently suck his lower lip as if savoring her juices one last time. He seemed to be hushed. She deciphered a look of serenity and longing.

Adam broke the silence with a whisper. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes... Are you?" she asked. "You have all these other women at your disposal..." Jennifer immediately regretted this brief intrusion of her insecurities.

Adam smiled and gave her a curious look. "But they don't have a body like yours." He started to grin. "Nor do you savage the ancient language of Homer with Chapman's righteousness or Pope's rosy politeness, as I'm sure they would." Jennifer laughed before muffling it with her hand in a fit of embarrassment.

Only a man meant for her would joke about Greek translations in the heat of a passionate moment. His humor was as disarming as it was sexy. All Jennifer's inhibitions were briefly swept away. She felt a tingling sensation bolt through her body, she felt empowered and powerful. Riding this wave she became bold, reaching out and grasping for his cock. It stiffly bounced away from her delicate touch and then tapped lightly back against her curious fingers. She gripped his sturdy shaft, enamored by the deep throb at its core. Enchanted by his erect penis, she caressed it briefly, examining it like a priceless artifact, like an ancient scepter with a rubied crown.

"Adam..." she whispered in a low, raspy voice.

"What is it?"

"Let's... fuck."

A thin, sly grin broke out across his face.

With an outpouring of emotion, Jennifer threw herself against his body, covering his fiercely erect cock with a string of soft kisses. She felt his hard shaft softly pulsing against her cheek as she buried herself in it. His manly musk perfumed the air around her. Adam's cock felt hot. She could sense his lust raging inside. She threw herself back onto the lounge, ready to abandon herself to the moment, as outrageous as it was.

Jennifer laughed as he moved onto his knees and gently tugged her toward his hips from which his mighty cock extended. She gazed up at him, her eyes like deep pools of craving. It was happening, it was all happening. This was real. Adam mounted her with his massive cock, drawing whispers from the crowd in response to his first soft grunt. Jennifer felt his thick member gliding deep into the core of her body. She felt herself yielding to his wide girth, her body expanding to receive him. All at once a buzz erupted throughout her body, a deep delectation simmering between her thighs.

She swung her head to the side, acutely aware that so many onlookers had just witnessed his penetration. All around her, men were watching with great sympathy, their distended cocks fully protruding from their bodies. Some were stroking them softly as they gazed at her body. The women were hypnotized by Adam's subsequent movements, absorbed in the great effort his straining body made to ravish Jennifer's. She wondered if perhaps they were lost in a memory of the last time they were entwined in his arms themselves. She turned her attention back to him. He was hers now. All hers.

As they fucked, lost in each other's eyes with a direct stare of wild amusement and excitement, Jennifer couldn't help but laugh at it all. The supreme, otherworldly erotic nature of it was just too intense for her to suffer any more embarrassment or shame at the frank exposure of her body or the obvious signs of her wild pleasure. Those feelings felt small now. Insignificant. She was ready to join all those gathered around her. All she felt was sheer want; want for Adam's body, for the bodies of others, for their devoted attention, and their mutual desire to fulfill every desire in the room.

Adam sat back and pulled Jennifer up into his arms until she began to ride him in his lap. She inhaled deeply and hissed hungrily at the sight of their undulant bodies absorbed in one another. "Nnngh, Adam..." she groaned. She sat comfortably in his embrace, eye to eye. "Oh god, you're so fucking hard. I'm so wet..."

Adam moaned and began to rock his hips faster. He felt her hardened nipples playfully graze her chest as their bodies moved together in waves. "Yes... Jennifer..." he whimpered through a quivering smile, "Such a tight fucking pussy..." She threw her arms around his neck and lost herself in his penetrating eyes, whipping her hips faster and faster against his hard body with the urgent desire to feel him driven through her depths, filling her completely with his engorged phallus.

Enraged with lust, Jennifer threw Adam backward onto the lounge, then began ferociously springing up and down on his upright cock, shiny, glazed, and dripping with her emergent juices. She threw her hair back and advanced her breasts, letting them bounce freely before her jubilant body, anxious to feel the supreme liberation of showing them off to the room without an ounce of shame. Adam held his hands gently against her hips, staring up at her with a look of wild desperation. Then he moved them upward, expressing great satisfaction the moment he cupped the two soft globes bouncing in his hands.

"Fuck... Adam... Fuck me!" she moaned, wavering above his body as though drunk.

"Ngh! Jennifer... oh god..." he groaned, struggling to control himself.

As she sailed up and down on his cock with unsteady movements, tossed about with a mad intoxication and aimless reverie, she felt the seed of a deep pleasure blooming within her. It grew, doubling in size over just the course of seconds, then threatened to possess her completely, flooding her whole body with a sparkling constellation of sensations, fueled by the frantic release of endorphins.

"Ngh... ngh... Adam!" she shrieked, whipping her hips with a mad lust. Then it struck. An orgasm like none she had ever felt before. A release fueled by a long desire for the man beneath her. Fueled by the excitement of the walls torn down around her. The outrageous sharing of wild rapaciousness spreading throughout the room, filling the air with the funk of feverish sex. "I'm coming!" she wailed, feeling herself gushing, saturating his throbbing cock which still burrowed its way to her core with abandon.

She collapsed onto his body, gasping for air, then rolled off his chest onto the cushion beside him. Jennifer lay there on her back, still coming to terms with what just happened. The reality of it had just begun to sink in. She wanted to laugh. It was nothing like what she had imagined. No, it was better. She felt like rolling her eyes at the silly practice session in her apartment. It finally dawned on her that naked dinner party orgies with her friends were just not really how this goes.

Jennifer looked around the room at the bodies, now drawn so close to hers in the frenzied act of voyeurism. These people came to a remote location in secret to safely explore their desires, far from their normal lives. It was safe, compartmentalized. She could have anything she wanted and then go right back to her life, without risk, without shame, without the frustration of feeling like she wasn't truly living. Suddenly it fit into everything else so cleanly, so perfectly.

She heard Aurelia's voice break across the room, inviting all those present to celebrate what just occurred, to offer themselves to one another. Clusters began to form. Bodies began to move together all around her. Suddenly Adam was on his feet. He lowered down and planted a kiss on her lips.

"I will return," he whispered with a smile.

Suddenly Kyra came into view. She was standing over Jennifer chuckling. In the next moment, she was down by Jennifer's side, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Wow, that was intense. I'm so proud of you!" she said, laying alongside Jennifer and propping herself up on her elbow. She narrowed her eyes at Jennifer and studied her expression.

Jennifer started laughing. "I can't believe I did that. Thanks... I—" Suddenly, Jennifer felt her lips becoming abruptly sealed shut with a kiss. Out of nowhere, Kyra was looming over her, gently bearing down upon her lips. Jennifer seized up with shock. The sensation was strange, having never been kissed that way by a girl. She felt immediately embarrassed by the obvious way her body froze and conveyed her surprise, so Jennifer relented and forced herself to ease into it, softening beneath Kyra to receive her kiss.

When Kyra pulled away, Jennifer stammered, "Wh-what was that fo—"

Kyra gave her a wicked grin and interrupted, "We have an understanding here. Pleasure knows no boundaries between any of us- especially not between friends. Did that not feel okay?"

Jennifer blinked up at her in disbelief. "Um. No, it's fine. But wh—"

Impatient, Kyra wasted no time in needing to hear more. She flung Jennifer's legs apart and crawled between them. Jennifer gasped. "Good," said Kyra, "In that case..." Her grin vanished as Kyra sunk out of view, between Jennifer's legs. All of a sudden, she felt a cloud of warm breath bloom across her vulva, followed by a series of sweet kisses of the most intimate kind. Before Jennifer could utter a word, Kyra's tongue moved cleanly through the sodden divide of Jennifer's sex.

If Jennifer had any desire for protest still lingering inside, she now abandoned it, sensing in Kyra a profound and exquisite satisfaction that would have been somehow cruel to interrupt. Jennifer lay there in wonder, disoriented by the unspeakable pleasure of Kyra's hungry exploits. Unlike Adam, she seemed entirely absorbed in the act for her own enjoyment, perhaps because it was her nature, or perhaps because Adam had already addressed Jennifer's own desires. She watched as her friend drowned herself feverishly in her liquid sex, driven to the limits of her own gratification at the opportunity to taste the sweet issuances of her new friend's body.

Jennifer's eyes fixated on the ceiling, open as wide as they could possibly be. As shocked as she was, she couldn't help but admit the vast ocean of bliss she presently found herself in. Kyra was good at this. Really good. Jennifer found herself curious about another woman, strangely, having never considered herself attracted to women before. She found herself wondering what Kyra tasted like. Was it similar to her own taste?

"What the fuck was in that nectar?" she wondered, experiencing a briefly lucid moment amidst what had been a long stretch of intoxication.

Kyra finished and dragged herself up along Jennifer's body, licking her lips and sighing with delicious satisfaction. Jennifer couldn't help but smirk at the display of her friend's enjoyment.

"What did you expect? I couldn't seriously watch Adam go at it and not get a taste for myself!" Kyra laughed. She completed her advance toward Jennifer's lips, eager to resume the surprise kiss from earlier. Jennifer's senses were further aroused as she discovered her own familiar scent on Kyra's lips. She shivered at the taste of her own pussy as Kyra's tongue played happily with her own.

"Please— go down on me too," Kyra finally begged. Her eyes flicked left and right, anxious for Jennifer's next words. She stalled, but Kyra didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. She threw herself down expectantly, widening her hips to expose herself to Jennifer who crumbled beneath her friend's desperate looks. Jennifer tried to reason with herself as to whether she could do such a thing, but she dismissed them. Something gnawed at her; a self-imposed obligation, to Kyra, and to all those around her, that she wanted to embrace. She tentatively inched forward. Kyra reached out and slowly guided Jennifer downward.

Jennifer could see her friend was already soaking wet. She closed her eyes and held her breath. Jennifer felt her lips make contact with Kyra's labia. She gently nuzzled it and could feel Kyra's enjoyment as she relaxed her body. Jennifer opened her eyes. "I can do this..." she thought.

She drew her tongue slowly through Kyra's fragrant juices. She found that it wasn't bad at all. In fact, Kyra's obvious arousal somehow triggered Jennifer's own. She gave in and began to tease Kyra's clit. A wild sensation flooded her body. It seemed somehow the wrong fit to Jennifer's sexuality, and yet she still enjoyed it in some fundamental, universal way; the giving of pleasure, Kyra's reception of it. As a woman, she intimately empathized with every agonizing thrash of her friend's body.

Before long, Jennifer was wild with enthusiasm and delight at the squeals of her friend. Her face was smeared with cum as she lapped clumsily at her friend's pussy, eager to prove that she could make up for her inexperience and offer her friend a simple, carnal favor. She felt a strong bond forming. Not just between herself and Kyra, but a vague camaraderie between women. It was as if the desire of all women were singular, and by satisfying Kyra's need she was in turn addressing her own.

Jennifer finally came up for air, still bewildered by her own actions, her glossy lips widening into a grin.

"Fuck!" Kyra groaned. "That was amazing." She wrapped her arms around Jennifer and gave her a hug. It was different than the kiss she received before, which conveyed a strong erotic urge. The hug was tender. It was a thank-you.

Kyra rose from the lounge and ran her fingers back through her hair. "Now for my next playmate," she said with a sly grin. "But don't wander too far, I'll be back!" She winked at Jennifer, then turned and headed off across the room, wagging her butt seductively in a very conscious and deliberate way.

Jennifer sat up, staring at her friend's exit in disbelief. "How could that have felt so good?" she asked herself, "When I'm attracted to men?" Memories of Kyra's impish attention when they first met flashed through her head. Had Kyra always been secretly attracted to her? Jennifer felt the wild thrill of taboo rising within her at an even faster rate now. Adam, Kyra, who knew what the future held, maybe even a threesome between good friends.

"Excuse me," Jennifer heard a small voice say. Snapping out of her fog of confusion, she shot a look to her left. Liam was standing there, still in a state of unease, still visibly embarrassed by the unmistakable presence of his erect penis with its dramatic outward reach.

"Oh god, Liam," Jennifer thought. He was adorable but still reeking of innocence. She knew what he desired from her but she wanted to chuckle at the thought of giving it to him.

"Yes?" she said, hesitantly.

"May I— um... can we..."

Jennifer laughed and covered her face. Liam began to chuckle nervously, as if unsure whether she was laughing in a good way, or at his expense. She pushed herself up onto her elbow and scanned his body with thoughtful consideration. His penis twitched a few notches higher into the air. She felt dirty, but she wanted to be dirty. Jennifer wanted to let go completely and the nectar was undoubtedly guiding her there.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she heard herself say.

"Yes, ma'am. Um... you..."

Jennifer groaned. "Don't call me ma'am. I'm not that old."

"S-sorry," he replied, nervously.

Jennifer grabbed his arm, moved to the side, and tugged him downward onto the lounge with a sigh. She rolled over and pinned his body there. Jennifer felt a rush— she felt high. He was trapped there like an insect; her adorable prey. Jennifer cupped his balls, plump and so full of desire. Liam flinched. He smelled like a boy. She felt like one of the women in the stories she read, serving as guides to young men, training them in the art of lovemaking and building them up into suitable mates for all the women of the village to enjoy.

Jennifer grabbed the shaft of his excited cock. She felt the warm blood pulsing within it as she pressed it to her pussy and rubbed it back and forth over her still moist flesh. "Do you like that?" she asked. He nodded frantically. "Do you want to feel my nice tight, wet pussy?" she teased, her words like weapons designed to further corrupt him and render him servile to her needs.

"Y-yes..." he mumbled.

She laughed. "On second thought, I think I like ma'am. Say 'yes ma'am'."

"Yes, ma'am," he whimpered.

A wicked sense of absolute power swelled up inside her like an ocean wave. Swept up in the thrill of it, Jennifer lifted her hips and hovered over his sturdy manhood, then began to lower down on top of him. She directed her attention immediately to his face where she saw the glassy-eyed young man gazing at wonder at the blissful penetration of his body into hers. Jennifer began to rock her hips against him with a smooth, serpentine motion, forcing his cock deeper and deeper.

Liam surrendered to her. She watched as he became like putty, wholly placing himself under her hypnotic spell. She began to laugh at his angst-ridden bewilderment as he struggled to control his own pleasure after just moments of her oscillations. He began to gaze at her breasts as they sprung happily about before his eyes, partly due to the tease of her purposefully exaggerated movements. Yet he remained there, respectful and studious, with both arms sharply by his side.

"You can touch my boobs," she chuckled.

Liam's eyes widened as if suddenly remembering the generous freedoms he was allowed in this space. He quickly reached up and squeezed Jennifer's breasts, playing with her nipples in awe as they readily wobbled in his hands. His touch was innocent and outright curious. It made Jennifer tingle and burn. Sensing his amorousness, she became wild and feral.

"Incredible control, be damned," she laughed to herself, recalling the amused comment of Aurelia during Liam's initiation, in which she challenged him to develop greater sexual endurance. Jennifer began to grind his cock with a desperate hunger, growling, challenging herself to beat any training goals he might have set for himself in this regard. She was desperate to make him come in a display of her sexual prowess. He struggled back, trying to prevent it, but he was no match for her.