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“Do what I’m doing. Put your feet in the stirrups.”

I hesitated but then reached down, prepared my pedals, and set my feet down in the stirrups. The drinks I’d consumed earlier were now in full effect and I felt a rush of pure excitement. I was scared but eager at the same time.

“Now lift your dress and cover yourself with the table cloth.”

I hiked my dress up under my ass and felt the cool air nip at my clit. Seeing the other women around me sitting the same way made me hornier than I’d ever been before. It seemed so taboo. So unreal.

“You ready?” Jackie asked.

I nodded and said, “I think so.”

“Then hold on tight…and make all the noise you want

, baby girl.”

The lights went out, thrusting us into pitch black darkness. A few women giggled and men laughed.

“Here I come,” a deep voice sang.

“Woohoo!” a woman hollered.

“Big bad wolf’s gonna eat ya!”

“Yes please!”

Back and forth came the cadence of male and female voices, all pleasant threats and eager welcomes. Excitement filled the air. Then came lots of bumps and jostling around. It seemed to be coming from under the table. The men had made their way down by our feet and were fumbling around somewhere in the center of all the women with their legs wide open.

Someone bumped my foot.

Another bump.

Knocking and banging, the whimsical sound of horny men trying to find their way through the dark.

A girl giggled and then switched to the call of ecstasy as in, “Ohhh shiiit.”

Jackie sighed and gasped. She was getting hers. Her moan turned me on and I realized I was soaking wet in anticipation.

“Yes, baby,” said another female voice.

Women all around me were moaning and whispering short cheers of sexual inspiration. I whooped when someone grabbed both of my feet.

“Bastian?” I asked.

“Shh,” someone nearby said. “No names in this game, honey. Just lean back and enjoy it.”

I felt a set of lips kiss my knee and slowly make its way up my thigh. My legs trembled. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I was nervous. Where was Bastian? Was this him? Or was he causing one of these other women’s sighs?

“Ohhh fuck! Fucking yes!” a woman yelled and I couldn’t help but imagine Bastian on the floor between her legs, lapping her up.

A very slight feeling of jealousy washed over me but it wasn’t like I expected. I wasn’t mad or even worried. I only wanted to know. But then the man between my legs crept closer to my pussy and suddenly I wanted to feel what everyone else was feeling.

My pussy ached from the gentle pecking making its way up my thigh. My hips seemed to rise on their own as I tried to guide his tongue to where I really wanted it. I think it was his thumbs that pried me open, pulling my folds back so he could reach the tender most part of me. Lips caressed my clit.

Absent sight it was all feeling and it felt so fucking nice. Not rushed. Soft. Loving. This guy was good. His tongue circled my clit and I could feel my juices running down my ass. Then his tongue went to my taint and scooped upwards, stripping me of any excess fluids. As his tongue dipped into my pussy, I finally moaned like all the other women at the table.

“Aaaahaaaa!” escaped from somewhere deep down in my throat.

His mouth pinned my clit down and his tongue flicked quickly at it. I kicked out and heard a grunt. It definitely wasn’t Bastian’s voice. Somehow that made it hotter. I gripped his hair beneath the table and bucked, fucking his face. He flicked harder and suddenly I was yelling.