[MF] Our trip to Charleston. Part 5 (finale)

In this one, I will cut most of the dialog and minor details to get more of the juicy stuff down.

  We cleaned up, put on clothes, and wished our new friends goodbye. Before she left, Blair gave us an address and invited us to a small get-together the next day.  We were informed to buy some masks and not to ask for names when we got there. 

   The following day, we went to eat, did some sightseeing, and bought some masks.  I found a white deer mask with antlers that covered the top half of my face, and my wife got a blue, green fox mask to match one of her dresses.

  We drove to the provided address at around 9 pm.  The area was very secluded, with only one access road. It was a vast Tudor-style mansion surrounded by an 8-foot brick fence. I shared my excitement and nervousness with my wife and asked her if she thought the was going to be a sex party.  She shrugged and told me that she guessed we’d find out. 

  Someone knocked on the window of my car, and I noticed that Blair and Mathew had come to greet us. We donned our masks and exited the vehicle.  Blair was wearing a black sequence dress and had a black fox mask that had the same general shape as my wife’s. Mathew’s suit was similar to mine, but he had opted for a standard masquerade mask.

   We exchanged pleasantries and were informed that Lindsay was not quite ready for these sorts of things. Sex party confirmed.  Blair handed me a box of condoms and told me that it was protocol for men to ask their intended partners if they would like them to wear a condom.  Mathew handed me a baggie with a pill in it and told me that it would keep my member at attention for an extended period of time if I felt it was necessary.   With all of that settled, we were asked if we had any questions. We declined, and all headed to the door together.

  At the entrance, we were greeted by a lady wearing a red Qipao and a matching dragon mask. She was very slim with black hair and gorgeous olive-colored skin.  She asked us for our invitation, which Blair provided.

  We entered the main lobby, and I was taken aback. Apparently, a small get-together meant 20-30 couples. The room was crowded and smelled heavily of perfume and cologne.  A little light head I mentioned to Blair that I didn’t think there would be enough room for activities with all these people. She let out a belly laugh and told me that when it started that the only place that was off-limits was the food/drink area and outside of the perimeter walls. 

  A gong sounded over the PA system, and we were created by a man in an expensive suit and golden lion mask.  He thanked everyone for coming, Informed us that the party would go until 4 am, and reminded all of the newcomers that asking for names was strictly forbidden.  He clapped his hands and wished us happy hunting. 

  On cue, the side doors opened. Men and women entered with serving trays of champagne entered. I was surprised to see that all they were wearing was a sheer veil and matching wraps around their waist. I received a flute of champagne, looked at Blair, and asked what now. She told me we should walk around and mingle, and we’d know it was time when the PA system started playing music. I saw Mathew swallow his pill and followed suit. 

  I asked my wife if she wanted to walk around, and she told me she wanted some air, so we asked for directions to the backyard.

  It was a spelling backyard with a swimming pool, gazebo, and what looked to be a small hedge maze. I grinned at my wife and asked if she thought people did it in the pool. She giggled and told me she had butterflies.  I asked her what the plan was. She told me she didn’t have a plan and that we should just let go and have fun. I agreed and began walking toward the pavilion.  My wife grabbed my arm and told me that she wanted to find Blair and that she had a bone to pick with her.  I made to follow, but she shooed me away with a smile and told me to get my but out there and meet new people.

  Now left to my own device, I wandered over to the pavilion. There I met three couples. I can’t remember most of them, except for the plump lady in a blue dress with an owl mask. She was loud and lewd, and it wasn’t long before I was holding my sides from laughter.  I must have spoken to them for about an hour, and I was beginning to feel the effects of the pill I was given.  Mathew had not been kidding. I was smuggling one of the most rigid erections I’d ever had. 

  Classical music began playing over the PA system, which was met with a hardy cheat from the revealers.  The owl looked over the group and stated that the games had begun.

 I turned around to look at the pool area and saw that a few couples had already taken to the pool and were splashing around and making catcalls at the onlookers.  An announcement over the PA informed us that servers will now be providing an array of sexual devices and lubricants, that we should now consider all of them free-use for the night, and that any fighting would be punished with immediate expulsion from tonights and any future parties. 

  I felt a massive set of massive tits and stomach press against my back and heard the owl whisper in my ear.
“Let’s see what your packing, Mr. Stag.” 

 She reached around and shoved her hand down my pants, and cooed, “Very nice.”

She removed her hand and began working my belt buckle, button, and zipper.  I cannot describe the feeling of seeing couples and groups in various states of undress with a strange lady’s hand around my cock. She did not start gently; she immediately started pumping my cock furiously while whispering obscenities and encouragement in my ear.

  “Let me know when you are close, dear.” She said, taking a moment to spit in her palm and grasp me anew.

  After about ten minutes, I said, “I’m going to cum soon.” She stopped streaking and squeezed. 

  After taking a moment to look at the yard, she called out, “You there, come here.”

 One of the serving ladies approached on the other side of the gazebo railing and asked, “How can I serve you, ma’am.”

  “Remove your veil and stand there,” Owl commanded. “We’re going to test my aim.”

  She began to stroke me again, and I could feel it coming. If a few more pumps, I released my load, nearly covering the server’s face.

 The server giggled, and I began to wipe her face but was stopped by the owl’s command to find someone else to clean it off.

  I was in shock. I turned around to ask the owl how long she had been doing this, but I saw she was already on her knees, sucking on a man in a wolf mask.  I took that as my cue to head back toward the house.

  Entering the back door was like entering another world. Everywhere I looked, I could see men fucking women, women fucking women, and men fucking men.  The lobby had bodies on every piece of furniture and strewn about the floor. I could no longer hear the music over the moans, screams, and laughter. And there, up against the banister of the stairs, I see a woman wearing a black fox mask, fucking a woman in a teal fox mask with a big purple strap on. I started to walk toward them when a small hand touched my arm.  It would seem that the little dragon from the front door had joined.

 “Fuck me, deer man.” She said in heavily accented English.

  I held up the box of condoms questioningly. To which she smiled and shook her head. There was no foreplay; she simply lifted her qipao and knelt backward on a chair.  I went to her, and I shoved my cock into her tight little pussy.  I reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, and began thrusting my hips in a hard rhythm.  She began to moan out in what I assumed was Mandarin, but I really wasn’t in a position to stop in and ask.  I turned her around and picked her up; she weighed absolutely nothing.  I put the backs of her knees in the crook of my elbow and lifted her, and dropped her soaked pussy on my cock. After an unknown amount of time, she tells me to stop the gets down on her knees in front of me. She mimes, grabbing her head and thrusting, which causes me to laugh, but I happily oblige. She had to adjust her mask, but to my surprise, she didn’t gag. With a final few pumps, I pulled back and filled her mouth with my seed. She looked up at me and nodded, and crawled over to a lady getting fucked in the middle of the floor. She leans over her and lets my cum spill out of her mouth into this lady’s.  After she’s finished, she turns back to me and gives me the double thumbs up, and says, “Good fuck!”

  Winded, I turn to the stairs and see that Blair and my wife are no longer there.  So I decided to check out the front yard.

  The front yard is pretty empty, except for a lonely figure sitting on the edge of the water fountain.

  I walk over, sit down and ask, “No fun for you?”

  The lady wore a sparkly silver dress with a gold and white mask patterned after a crescent moon. She had a slim figure but for her wide hips.

  “I walked around the entire party and did not get a single proposition.” She said with a sniff, “As if I wanted a stranger’s dirty hands on me anyway.” 

  I felt for this woman. She had the body for it, but I’m sure everyone’s attention was just on the task.

  Without doing any more thinking, I leaned over and kissed her. She jerked away and slapped me full-on in the face.

“Who are you to touch me!” She shouts

  I stood up and started walking back toward the front door.  “Fine bitch, I just felt sorry for you anyway.”

  After a few steps, I heard a hmph, so I turned around and cocked my head at her.

“Typical man.” She said dismissively, “always running away when there’s a fight.”

 My blood was up, but I understood the game. “Would you like me to use a condom,” I growled.

  “Please.” She said in a prim voice

  I rushed toward her, and she raised a hand to hit me again. I caught it mid-swing. “Not this time, cunt.” I said nastily.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She sneered but couldn’t keep a smile from forming on her face. 

  I spun her around, bent her over the fountain, and lifted her dress. I ripped her tiny underwear to pieces in my attempt to get them off.  “You are a brute!” She says over her shoulder but didn’t attempt to stand up.

  I got my condom on and probed her pussy, expecting it to be dry. Boy, was I wrong.  I thrust forward and entered her, and she let out a gasp.  As I continue to fuck her brains out, she begins humming her moans. She began to shiver, so I pulled myself out.

  “More.” I hear her whisper. So I decided to throw her a curveball. I lay her on her back and lift her legs toward her head.  I begin to massage her pussy with my cock.  Just as she starts to hum, I pull back and then thrust myself straight into her ass. She lets out a high-pitched squeal and begins to moan, her head lulling back toward the water.  I thrust until her body goes limp and then reach forward to give her a little smack to see if she’s still with me. She looked up and gave me a mean glare, so I started thrusting for all my worth. My legs began to shake, and I could feel myself filling the condom.

  I remove myself from her, remove the condom and spill its contents on her stomach. 

  “You ass!” She said and started to scold me, but before she could begin, I grabbed her by the legs and flipped her into the fountain.  She gasps and stands up in knee-deep water, and stares at me.

  I couldn’t believe I had just done that, but before I could stammer out an apology, she started to laugh, grabs by my suit jacket, and pulled me in after her.

  The rest of the night was a blur. I fucked until I could cum anymore. Played some poker at one point. I spent a lot of time looking for my wife’s dress. I had to carry my wife to the car. She told me later that she had never felt so used up and satisfied. We’ll definitely be going back to Charleston one day. 

 That part five, and it’s a wrap. Next, I’ll be working on our trip to Vicksburg. It’s not as crazy, but it was a good time. Stay tuned. Much love to you guys!

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