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Subject: {ASSM} ROCOCO CLUB (Fm/Ff)
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ROCOCO CLUB.

	by Spiller.

	Seen from the park the tall, palace-like house looked abandoned. Only if 
you got very close you could see soft, yellow candlelight seep through the 
heavy curtains in a few places. Up close you would also hear a faint whisper 
of music from the 18th century. And if you had been able to look into the 
big hall, your eyes would have been met with a flash of beauty and 
decadence, you'd have a hard time to imagine.

	Hundreds of candles were flickering in the three huge chandeliers hanging 
from the ceiling, and on the enormous table lots of candelabras shed their 
light on a beautifully laid out dinner table, and on the 12 women of 
different ages who were seated around the table. Although they were very 
different, varying in age from about 25 to 55, representing 3 different 
races and 12 different looks, they had one thing in common: They were all 
dressed up like European nobility would be in 1725. Brightly coloured and 
shiny silk, dresses which laid bare ninety percent of their breasts, and the 
way their waists were emphasized and their breasts laid out like on a tray, 
it was obvious, that every one of them was wearing some kind of a corset. 
White wigs with elaborate hairdos finished their appearance.  From the CD 
player in the corner, music of the age was filling the room, and two young 
waitresses, also dressed like they would have been in 1725, the only 
difference being the long slits in their skirts and blouses, went to and 
fro, pouring wine, serving little dishes, or just being on stand-by in the 
corner.

	Beautiful? Yes. Decadent? Hardly. To the eye just a bunch of crazy women, 
willing to pay a lot of money to live out a fantasy of being Ladies of 
Nobility in Vienna in the year 1725. That's what they looked like, and 
that's what they had told their husbands about their Rococo Club, and its 
two annual meetings. The real decadence was hidden under the table, covered 
by their sumptuous skirts and the heavy brocade tablecloth, hanging down to 
the floor.

	Of course they all knew in principle, what was to be found under the table, 
but only tonight's hostess, Sabrina Mandell, knew for real what was hidden. 
For tonight's escapade she had procured 6 young boys as was usual, but this 
time also 3 young girls, all of them 16-17 years of age, plus a very quiet 
and very well trained Labrador retriever. Sabrina was quite a bit tense, as 
she couldn't really know how her friends would react. It was the first time 
in the club's history, that some of the 'servants' were girls, and the dog 
was totally unheard of. On the other hand she knew very well, that almost 
everyone around the table had had girl/girl experiences, and Sabrina had 
enjoyed immensely the weeks up to the party. She had told herself, that she 
'must' check out the qualifications of her 'servants', so the ladies at her 
party shouldn't be disappointed. They all had to be accomplished pussy 
lickers and cunt suckers, and she had taken tremendous pleasure out of 
teaching a few tricks to a couple of the young girls. The boys had all been 
there before, although two of them had only been there once. The dog was her 
greatest concern. The club members were kinky all right, but how kinky?

	There were very few rules concerning the ladies' conduct, and these rules 
were all made  to enhance their excitement: A) No licking during the first 
course, a tiny bowl of turtle soup. B) At any time you wished, for the rest 
of the meal, you summoned a 'servant' by spreading your knees, and you made 
them stop by pressing your knees together. And C) It was a real no-no to 
start screaming if a serious orgasm hit you. Loud utterances of lust were 
punished. You had to pay a forfeit, which later was auctioned off to the 
other women.

	When the small soup bowls had been removed from the table, Sabrina did as 
she always did, even when she was not the host: She looked round the table 
to see, if she could find out who was the first to spread her legs. A tiny, 
victorious smile adorned her lips when she saw that she had guessed right. 
Helen was the first to get that distant, glassy expression in her eyes.

	Helen was a real beauty at 40 years of age. Very tall, very slim, with an 
aristocratic, long nosed face, which had only one slightly vulgar treat: Her 
lips were beautifully curved and very full. So much so that thousands of men 
and women had lusted for a kiss from Helen. She was married to a corporate 
lawyer and the mother of two.

	The minute they sat down round the table, Helen's pussy had assumed a life 
of its own. She sensed how the anticipation made her feel heavy down there, 
made her lips swell, and moisture to form at her opening. She had the 
hardest time keeping her knees together, but she knew how her eyes would 
give her away, and she also knew that the other 'girls' would keep an eye on 
her, because she was so hungry for a really good lick out. Her husband 
didn't like to do it, and the few times she had pressed him to perform, it 
was so lousy and perfunctory that she soon gave up on him. But now she was 
going to do it. Ever so slowly she let her knees fall apart, and at the same 
time she fumbled a little with her napkin, which covered her lap, to 
camouflage that she pulled up the hem of her emerald green silk dress.  Oh, 
my God, that feeling of a pair of young, soft hands sliding their way up her 
legs until they reached her knees. They applied a tiny pressure there, which 
made her open her legs even further. The hands continued their journey up 
her thighs, and suddenly she could feel the hot air from the 'servant's 
breathing on the inside of her knees, and a little later on the soft skin of 
her slim thighs. God, this boy knew his business. That was the moment her 
eyes took on that remote, glassy expression which Sabrina had noted.

	Helen couldn't help herself, she had to push her ass a little closer to the 
edge of the chair, but doing so without the other women noticing was 
difficult. She managed, millimetre by millimetre, while the eager mouth 
between her thighs came closer and closer to her pussy. Oh, how divine. She 
had reached the right position the moment she felt a blow of hot breath on 
her lips, immediately followed by the pointed tip of a tongue prying them 
apart, searching for her little, pink knob. A jolt of lust rushed through 
her when the tongue hit her hungry clit. Ooohh, this was divine. Her belly 
muscles made little quivering contractions, and she felt how her juice 
really started to seep. The unknown boy between her legs moved his hands, 
without removing his tongue. With his thumbs he pushed Helen's cuntlips wide 
apart and upwards, and suddenly the pearly tip of her clit emerged from its 
hood. To her delight she felt his lips, pointed as if to kiss, close down on 
it, and a most delightful suction was applied. She felt like her whole 
abdomen was sucked into that horny mouth, and his tongue gained tempo, 
flicking the tip of her clit. "Oh, my God," she thought. "I don't know who 
it is, but this is so great that it's incredible. I'm going to come now." 
She moved her thighs together softly to feel his cheeks against the soft 
skin on the insides of her thighs, and then her orgasm began. First a tiny 
ripple, then a couple of larger ones, and then the hot wave of lust rolled 
through her body. She had a blurred vision of the other women round the 
table, while she bit down hard on her lip to stop the scream she wanted to 
let out. She was certain, that some of them would notice her orgasm, it 
actually added pleasure to it that they knew, but she was not going to moan 
or scream. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the burning lust between 
her legs, until it slowly rolled off and died down.

	The boy who had given her this pleasure was so accomplished, that she 
didn't need to press her legs together. When he felt the last tremors run 
through her body, his mouth left her cunt with a soft kiss of goodbye, and 
she felt a cool rush of air as he withdrew. She opened her eyes again, and 
she saw small smiles of appreciation on the faces of some of the other 
women. Sabrina put her hands together in a discreet and silent applause.


	When Helen had regained her composure and sat up straight in her chair 
again, the party was taking off round the table. Claudia, who sat to the 
right of Helen, had followed her antics intensely. Claudia had a streak of 
the voyeur in her, and watching Helen had made her very horny. She was a 
beautiful 29-year-old brunette, well rounded with a sensuous body, soft and 
pliant, without being fat. Her only complaint about her own body was the 
fact, that her pussy was so well hidden between her thighs. Oh, how often 
she had wished, that she was gifted with one of those prominent pussies that 
seemed to stretch forever up the front, showing off a lot of crack even when 
standing up. Not hers, mind you.

	Suddenly she leaned towards Helen and said in a low voice: "Heck. That was 
so exciting to watch. I'm dripping for it now, and I don't care one bit, if 
they can watch me, or want to watch me. I've got to have it now."

	With that she closed her eyes, slid her ass forward on the chair and leaned 
back, spreading her thighs in the same movement. Helen watched her, and only 
half a minute later she saw her almost jump in her chair.

	"What's happening, Claudia?"

	"Oh, my, I think it's a girl. I can feel her long hair. OOoooo, yes, it's a 
girl all right. This is wild. I haven't tried that for 15 years! Oh, my God, 
please hold my hand, Helen, I think I'm going crazy."

	Under the table the young girl quickly sensed, that the fact that she was a 
girl added to Claudia's pleasure. She spread her long, golden curls over 
Claudia's thighs and belly, and she made sure, that her caresses were soft 
and delicate, while her lips, teeth and tongue on Claudia's clit were fierce 
and experienced. She grabbed a handful of her long hair and used it almost 
like a paintbrush on Claudia. She wiped the juice out of her vagina and 
painted it on her belly and thighs, and soon a delicious smell of wet cunt 
spread from under the table and hit Claudia's nose, as well as Helen's. "My, 
you really are horny, aren't you? Your pussy smells all the way up here."

	"Helen, she's wiping it all over me with her hair." Helen could feel 
Claudia's hand tremble in her own, then she started doing small, humping 
movements up and down by flexing her buttocks. "Helen, I'm going to come 
real soon, and I can't keep quiet about it. This is divine, and I don't care 
if I'll pay forfeit.  Aaahhhhh."

	Claudia would never have guessed that the girl was only 17. Suddenly she 
felt a forefinger worm its way into her cunt, and a middle finger pressed 
under her ass up against her anus, until it suddenly slipped in. Just then 
the girl started sucking hard on her clit, and she felt it disappear into 
the unknown mouth like a little cock. The girl started shaking her head like 
a terrier, fast movements from side to side, which dragged the orgasm out of 
her brain and spine. She yelped when the first tremors cursed through her 
body, and she just let loose a loud scream when it went on, higher and 
higher up the mountain, and then suddenly the deep fall into the abyss. 
Immensely hot currents of pleasure took over her body, and she just let 
herself dive in. With a deep sigh she let her thighs fall together around 
the girl's head, and when she withdrew, Claudia for a moment almost 
collapsed in her chair.

	"Forfeit, forfeit, forfeit," a lot of the women round the table chanted.

	"I don't care," Claudia said. "This was so divine. Do you know, it was a 
woman or a girl? I haven't tried that for years. God, it was good."  She 
pulled off one of her big brass earrings and threw it to Sabrina. "There you 
are. I hope you get a good price for it. And whatever I'll have to do, this 
was worth it."

	Now is the time to explain how the forfeits worked. The last activity at a 
party was the auctioning. The women would bid for one or two of the 
forfeits. The money would go to the club treasurer, to pay for part of the 
next party, and the buyer achieved the right to claim her forfeit at any 
time, up to and including the next party, giving her the right to the 
owner's body for two hours or one orgasm, whichever came first, to treat as 
she liked - no holds barred.

	Suddenly Christina moaned. "Oh, girls, I really think I've got a girl down 
there, too. She's great."

	"Then stop her for a moment." Sabrina's voice cut through the room. From 
under her napkin she produced a pair of red, crumbled panties and held them 
high, for everyone to see. "I bought these at the last party, and if I don't 
claim them tonight, my time will have run out."

	"Phew, they are mine," Christina groaned. "I hoped you had forgotten, or 
maybe lost them."

	Sabrina looked at the tiny, frail-looking Christina with the golden curls. 
"Oh, no, my dear. I've been looking forward to this moment. I almost claimed 
them three weeks ago, when I was terribly horny, but I curbed myself. Now I 
claim them, and I give you a special task. Something we've never done 
before."

	"And that is?"

	"I order you to describe, loud and clear, and in your own words, what's 
happening between your thighs and in your mind, for the next fifteen 
minutes."

	Christina blushed. "But I can't do that. I'll describe what's going on down 
there, but not my mind, please. Everyone would know how horny I get. I 
couldn't."

	"But Christina, you know you'll have to. You can't avoid it. I'll give you 
one small benefit if the others will agree: I'll allow you to moan and 
scream, without having to pay forfeit."  Sabrina looked round the table, and 
nods of agreement were given all the way round.

	"I'd better stop whoever is licking me now," Karin said. "I really want to 
hear this. Nothing like witnessing a horny girl being satisfied."

	"OK, are you ready, Christina? Your fifteen minutes start now." And 
suddenly all attention around the table was focused on Christina.


CHAPTER TWO.

	"Well, let it be, then," Christina said with a little sigh. "I'll open my 
legs to see what happens."

	"MMMmmm, yes. It's the girl again. I can feel her hair on my legs. And her 
hands! My, she has to be rather young. Her hands are so soft. They are 
coming closer. No! She just skipped my pussy. She's caressing my belly now, 
with one hand, and the other is still playing with the insides of my 
thighs."

	Through the slits of her halfway closed eyes Christina could see, that all 
attention round the table was focused on her. God, it was such a rush to be 
very, very naughty under the table, and to tell them. "Woosh, she has 
grabbed my bush. Now she's pulling upwards on it. Oh, my god, she's diddling 
my clit with the other hand. And the tip of it is out of the hood, girls! 
AAaaaahhh, this is good. She dips her finger in my cunt to make it wet, all 
the time, and then she circles it round and round the tip of my clit. Oooo, 
it's good. I wish she'd lick it some, or suck it. I'm really getting horny 
now."

	Suddenly they all saw how Christina's frail body was pulled forward, so she 
was halfway laying down in the chair.  "She's... she ... no, they,... they 
are pulling my legs very, very open. There must be two. Yes. Certainly there 
are two. So many hands. Oh, my God. What are they doing? I can feel the 
girl, she's pressing her head against my left thigh. Phew, wow, now there's 
another one against my right thigh. I think it's a boy. This is crazy, 
Sabrina. They are both licking my thighs, and they are moving upwards. My 
God, I think I can guess what they are aiming at. This is terribly wicked.  
Now they are licking my pussy lips from each side. God, my legs are spread 
so wide. Move a little, Helen, I want to spread even further."

	Christina's hands were fluttering on the tablecloth like little 
butterflies, and her face was distorted in sheer ecstasy. "Shit, they are 
pulling my cuntlips apart with their fingers...... Ouuuueeeeiiiiii.... they 
are licking my clit from each side. Oh, my God, you should try this, girls. 
Aaooouuuwww, I'm going to come very soon. This is soooo wicked. I've never 
tried anything like it. God I wish I could see those two pussy lickers with 
my own eyes. It must be a horny sight, if it's only half as good as it 
feels. Oh, my God, I'm going to fall off this chair when I come. I'm sooo 
close."

	"Damn, why do you stop!" "Come back in there.! Don't stop, it was so good." 
   Christina opened her eyes and looked round. "Why did they stop?"  "Oh, 
no, what are they doing now? They are smearing something onto my pussy. Oh, 
and now they push some of it up my hole. .... Ouch. This is too much, 
Sabrina, do you know what it is?"

	"Yes I do, Christina, and you'll know too, in a few seconds. Helen and 
Ulla, will you be ready to hold her arms, in a little while?"  The two women 
nodded.

	Christina was obviously very, very horny. Her cheeks were blushing red, as 
if she was going into an orgasm, and little drops of sweat were forming on 
her forehead. Suddenly she let out a loud yelp. Sabrina nodded to Ulla and 
Helen who grabbed Christina's arms and held on to them.

	"Oh, my God, no. You can't do this, Sabrina. It's a dog. It's a dog, and 
it's lapping at my pussy. What did they smear on it, Sabrina?"

	"It's honey, my dear, and King just adores honey. Relax and enjoy."

	Christina threw back her head, and Helen and Ulla could feel her shivering 
through the arms they were holding. "Oh, my God, oh, my God.  This is so 
gross. God, you are a devil, Sabrina. This is too perverted. God, I love it. 
You know, he's pushing that rough tongue up my vagina! Wow, how can it be so 
good? Am I that wicked? God, you don't need to hold my arms, and they don't 
need to hold my legs, I'm bloody well coming, ooooooohhh, I'm coming. It's a 
dog; it's a crazy dog with a rough, big tongue. EEEEoooooww, oooohhhh, 
wicked, wicked, aaahhh."

This open display of a powerful orgasm was quite unheard of in the club. 
Normally they had to assume a dignified posture over the table, whatever 
wicked things were happening under it, and Christina's wild orgasm and her 
horny words had their impact. Sabrina thought she could see, that several of 
the women made a decision to try the dog. She wondered. Then she looked at 
Christina again. The small, slim woman slumped back in her chair, and with 
closed eyes she was savouring the experience, as the electricity in her body 
slowly died down. Then she rang the little bell, which signified that she 
was this evening's organiser.

	"Ladies, I hope you enjoyed Christina's little show. At least I think I got 
my money's worth. I can promise you, I have no further surprises planned for 
the evening, and I propose we return to the established decorum from now 
on."

	"Hear, hear," from different places around the table, and just at this 
moment the waitresses started bringing in the main course. Almost half of 
the women around the table took advantage of the slits in the young girls' 
skirts, and slipped a hand inside to cop a feel. True to the traditions of 
these parties, the girls put down the plate they were carrying and bent down 
to press a soft, luscious kiss on the groper's lips. By the time they 
finished serving the main course they were both dripping, not from sweat but 
from their pussies.

	With awe Helen had watched what the dog did to Christina, and when she 
opened her legs to be serviced a second time, she had already decided to try 
it. She had just begun to enjoy the industrious tongue between her labia 
when the idea hit her. If she held a little piece of meat down under the 
table they might understand what she wanted. She felt a boy's strong hand 
take the meat, and with a startled gasp, which she camouflaged as a tiny 
cough, she felt him rub her pussy with the piece of meat. How she loved it, 
and the anticipation of this new perversion was probably as horny as the 
deed itself, she thought, for her pussy was really opening up and seeping 
juice. But no! She had the greatest trouble keeping quiet, when she felt the 
long, rough tongue lapping her all over, where the boy had smeared the meat. 
God it was good. So wild. Her cheeks turned pink when she thought: "What 
would Karl say if he could see me now?" Suddenly she felt a couple of hands 
push the dog's head away from her, but only to make room for yet another 
hand which applied plenty of sticky honey on her pussy, and then pushed some 
of it up her cunt. The dog's somewhat erratic lapping felt so strange. She 
was so used to Karl's persistent concentration on her clit the few times she 
had made him do it, that this felt even better, just for the strangeness of 
it, and when the good dog suddenly drilled his fat tongue up into her cunt 
in pursuit of the honey there, she was kicked over the hill. It took all her 
strength and willpower to keep quiet, but she did. If for nothing else just 
because she had learned, how much stronger her orgasm felt when she tried to 
hide it. She stuck her fork into a piece of carrot and opened her mouth as 
if she was hungry, but it was only to take in a deep, deep breath of air as 
she passed through the last cramps of a wonderful orgasm. With a tiny, happy 
smile on her lips she pressed her legs together, signalling that she wanted 
dog and servants to leave her be.

	During the main course practically all the ladies at some time or another 
indulged in the pleasures of the opened legs. Helen and Christina had been 
so thoroughly satisfied that they took a break. Carina had another, and even 
Sabrina relinquished on her duties as a host and opened up for what turned 
out to be a very, very good young girl. During most of the fifteen minutes 
she spent between Sabrina's thighs the young thing would tease her again and 
again, bringing her very close, only to stop her licking and wait, until 
Sabrina had calmed down a little. Over the table nothing much was to be seen 
on Sabrina's classical face; she really knew how to keep her composure, but 
suddenly those elegant features were distorted in passion. Not only the 
girl's vivid tongue was moving, the girl's head began hitting her cunt in a 
slow rhythm. "Oooohh. The little slut is being fucked from behind!" she 
thought. "God, I wish I could see that young thing being fucked by one of 
the boys." That was such a wicked thought. Sabrina felt as if all her blood 
was rushing down between her legs. Her cunt felt as if it was swelling to 
huge proportions, and currents of lust so strong, that it was almost 
painful, rushed from her cunt out to every corner of her body and mind. When 
the orgasm hit her she was way beyond caring about rules and decorum, and 
groans and sobs poured out of her distorted mouth, while the shaking and 
trembling was obvious to all, except for two of the women who were in the 
middle of their own orgasm.

	When Sabrina finally collapsed in her chair, her performance was applauded 
with clapping hands and shouts of "forfeit, forfeit". Under the table the 
young girl turned round and whispered to the boy, who was fucking her: "We 
did it, we did it. Let's back out, and then you have bloody well better fuck 
me for good. I get so horny licking those old bags."

	When the party finished after four hours not one of the finely dressed 
women looked as fresh and powdered as when they started. They were still 
sitting round the table when the auction took place. Besides Sabrina's and 
Claudia's forfeits only Yin, a lovely 50 year old Chinese woman, had given 
in to her lust and expressed it vocally. Sabrina's and Claudia's items 
brought in 200 dollars each, but Yin's fetched 260.

	Sabrina's last duty was to choose the next person to arrange a party. She 
handed the little bell to Helen, and a date was set six months ahead.










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