A Night at the Opera
The curtains were drawn tight. It was almost
show time. We were sitting in box seats above the
mezzanine. The curtains whisked open and the show
began. There were men and women in tights dancing
and prancing about. You make out their tight
little figures right down to the crease between
their ass cheeks. The fat lady begins to sing and
wail, the three tenors bellow... My hand makes it's
way to your knee and up under your evening gown.
I trace my fingers along your stockings and up to
your thigh. I slip gingerly between your legs and
feel the heat as I move closer to your sweet-spot.
The action on the stage mellows and the flutes
and clarinets play joyously. I slowly run my fingers
through your pantyless pubic hair. The tympanis
pick up tempo, the bassoons play a low, bassy tone
as I slip a finger over your clit and into your
moist love pocket. The violins start to race
and I can feel your heart beat in time. Your legs separate
slightly as your bosom heaves slowly in the dark.
The stage splashes with crimson light and the
dancers mingle like lovers in the night. My fingers
dip and dance on your clit and work your juices
into a raging river. I can smell your sex as it's
intoxicating flavor fills my senses. I slip
down to my knees and slide your dress up to
your hips and slowly, deliberately bury my face
against your creamy wet snatch and slowly lick
and taste every drop of your love potion. The
stage starts to disappear and the curtain closes
for intermission. The clapping subsides and the
hustle and bustle of people moving about can
be heard from all sides. You have leaned back
into your chair, eyes shut tightly, your hands
gripping the chair tightly, your legs spread wide
open with your knees quivering and your high heels
draped over my shoulders. You start to moan.
Your panting gets audible and you start to
cry out, "Oh God, Oh God. Ohhhhhh". No one
is the wiser. However, other box seats can see
us and a young couple across from us are
watching with opera glasses. Oh what a show we
provide. You cum multiple times with such
energy and excitement. I stand up and open the
fly to my trousers and slip my cock out. It stands
erect only inches from your chin. Your legs still
spread wide and our voyeurs can see your dripping
snatch through my legs. The lights go down
and the symphony strikes up. Your lips engulf
my throbbing cock head and it's not long before my knees
start to buckle. I lean backward and pull you on top
of me on the floor of the box section.
You hungrily gorge yourself on my cock, my sweet
pre-cum dripping into your mouth. You remove your mouth
and slide your hips to mine and then you mount
me. Your head barley peers above the box. You start
to ride in rhythm with the music. Behind you, our drawn curtain
flutters and then two black figures slip into the box.
It's out voyeurs. 2 beautiful, well endowed
women. Young and perky. Adventurous souls. One
of the young girls, in her late teens to early twenties
rubs her breasts and her nipples poke through the
sheer material. She slips up behind you and slides
her hands down your strapless gown and cups your
breasts. She starts to whisper and suckle your ear.
Her other hand drops to behind your ass and slips
under between your legs. She fingers you while my cock
glides in an out of your hot, dripping snatch.
Her friend, who has completely disrobes comes over and
straddles my face, ass to my forehead, her mons pressing down
over my nose and mouth. Her heat and scent is
intoxicating. She removes your dress and leaves it crumpled around
your waist. She leans in and suckles your breast
Her friend moves her face to your groin and licks
your clit and my cock while you slowly rock back and forth.
Soon, I cum and it oozes out down my shaft. She's
quick to lap away at our blended flavors. She sits
up and kisses her friend, passing our cum into her
mouth. Her friend leans to you and offers you the
same. You dismount me and the younger girl lays on
her back. You mount her, 69 fashion and start to
enjoy her young, juicy love nest. Her friend dismounts
my face and leans across your back, her hips
inviting to me, legs spread wide and her breasts
dangle, brushing your stomach. I mount her from
behind and thrust effortlessly into her already
dripping snatch. Her nails bite into your back.
The young girls orgasms and "squeaks" with each lap of your
tongue. My new found partner has a throaty voice.
And the younger girls fingers you deeply, not realizing
her whole hand has slipped inside of you. It's tighter
than my cock has ever been and it's a cross between
pain and pleasure, but every move makes you that much tighter
and that much wetter. You start to loose focus.
Your words are jumbled, your body twitches as
your loose control. I slip behind you and place my soaked
cock into your ass and pump in time with the
young girl's hand. Her friend moves to your face and
holds your head to her crotch. Your body jerks
uncontrollably, then your hands tighten around the young girls
ankles. You then sink down, ass high in the air, heaving deeply,
your face planted on the other woman's stomach, your
shoulders resting on the young girls ankles, you
collapse. We roll you over to you back. The young girl
retains her position with her hand inside you.
Your swollen clits seems to throb with your pulse.
I lay to your right side and place my cock I your hands.
The other girl lays to the other side and
kisses your cheek. She whispers in your ear,
"you are wonderful to watch." You seem to drip off
to sleep. When you wake up, the two girls are gone, I am dressed
and sipping a glass of wine and taking to the
matre'de. You dress is laid out over the arm of the chair and you
find yourself sitting up in the other chair, wearing
only your stockings and high heels and jewelry.
The matre'de looks to you, eyes you over then
offers you a glass of wine. You accept. He then takes the
empty bottle and moves towards you... it's going
to be a long night at the opera...
