Invitation To The Party

Juliana once again lay naked on her bed. The covers and upper sheet were pushed down to the end of the bed so that she was flat on her back uncovered on the lower sheet. Her hands were slowly sliding up and down her body as she listened to the noise of the party going on above her. This was rapidly becoming her Friday night routine.The building was very old and the walls were definitely not sound insulated, but it was all that she could afford. From her living room, she could often hear the TVs blaring in the adjacent apartments and sometimes even from the floor below. But there was never any noise from the apartment above her.Then the Friday night parties began. Slowly Friday nights began to become noisier and noisier. At first, it was just the music that she heard and the sound of people dancing. Then one Friday she went to bed early with a headache. That’s when she realized that the floorplan of that apartment must be very different from hers. The living room must be directly above her bedroom because lying on her bed, she could clearly hear the buzz of party conversations going on above her.Then the conversations got… weird. Week after week, the party got louder and the conversations became regularly interspersed with laughter and even surprised shrieks from some of the female guests present. And beneath it all was the sound of people having sex.At first, she thought of it as people making love. But if there are a dozen or more people at a party and everyone is passionately gasping and moaning, that isn’t making love. That is having sex… lots of sex… and it was every Friday night.So every Friday night Juliana would lay naked on the bed rubbing her body and pretending to be part of the party upstairs. She would find herself stifling her own moans as she soared to peaks of passion with the women at the party. But as the weeks passed, it became harder and harder to take herself really high. Her gentle stroking had given way to desperately rubbing her crotch. Then she drove across town to visit an adult bookstore where she bought her first vibrator. A month later, a second trip to that same store resulted in a bigger vibrator. A few weeks after that, it was an even bigger vibrator with “rocket power,” meaning that not only did it heavily vibrate, it rapidly expanded Ataşehir Escort up and down almost violently. But even that was starting to wane, so most recently she had taken to putting plastic clothespins on her nipples, and last week on her clit.Tonight she was in bed early. The party had barely begun. She was slowly sliding her hands up and down her body, gently tweaking her nipples as her fingers went past her breasts on the way up and on the way down. She waited for the sex noises to begin before inserting her mega-vibrator. It was early so she turned it to its lowest setting. In that way, it would just begin to stoke the fires within her.The sounds of the party became louder and she turned up the vibrator to half power. It was time to put the clothespins on her nipples. She allowed herself to shriek slightly as the plastic bit into her nipple. She had learned to keep the clip as close to the very tip of her nipple as possible to create the greatest pain. But it wasn’t really pain, it was just one more sensation taking her higher and higher. Then the music and conversation faded slightly and the sounds of sex filled the room. It was time to put the clothespin on her clit and turn the vibrator up to maximum. She was almost there when the pounding started on her front door.“No, no,” she moaned painfully.“Go away,” she tried to say, but the words wouldn’t come. Finally, she gave a frustrated gasp and released the pins from her breasts and her clit and shut off the vibrator.“Just a minute,” she called out as she slipped the vibrator from inside her, stood up, and slipped on a robe.When she looked out into the hallway through the peephole, she gasped in surprise. Four couples were standing in the hallway smiling at her. They were all naked. And even stranger than that, the four women each had small silver bells hanging from shiny loops which pierced their nipples.“We’re here to invite you to the party,” one of the naked women said brightly. “Please open your door.”She did so, and one of the women took her hand and guided her out into the hallway. As she stepped out of her door, one of the men gently slid the robe from her body saying, “You won’t need this.” Then together they walked to the elevator which was standing open waiting Ataşehir Escort Bayan for them.Juliana looked around in wonder as the elevator rose one floor. When the elevator doors once again opened, the four women walked in front of her and the four men followed her as they went down the hallway to the apartment. She gasped slightly in surprise as she entered. The apartment was at least twice the size of hers. The decor was obviously opulent, but all of the furnishings seemed very out of date. Another half-dozen or so couples were dancing to lively music provided by a large stereo record player in a wooden cabinet. As they danced, she could hear the light tinkling of the bells which hung from the women’s nipples.“Let me get you a drink,” one of the women said brightly as she pulled Juliana over to a pass-through window which opened into a spotless kitchen furnished with harvest gold appliances.“I always drink JD and Coke,” the woman said brightly as she placed a drink in Juliana’s hand. “You might want to drink that down,” the woman added, “you are going to have a very busy night.”“What?” Juliana said, almost sputtering.“Drink,” the woman ordered. “It will make everything even better.”Another woman joined them. This one somehow seemed more refined and spoke with a much softer voice. “We have a tradition that new guests to my parties get to sample the most intense experiences,” she said quietly.Juliana remained quiet with her eyes focused on the woman’s breasts. Her nipple bells were gold, not silver.“What she means,” the first woman said with a slight laugh, “is that we are going to fuck your brains out tonight.”“Wait… wait…” Juliana started to object but then one of the men said softly, “Isn’t this what you have been dreaming about every week as you lay downstairs on your bed?”Juliana slowly nodded her head and the man continued, “If you want to go back downstairs, you are free to go. But if you want to stay, then I would drink up.”She again nodded her head and raised the glass to her lips. She usually drank wine, but the Jack Daniel’s and Coke tasted great. It also burned all the way down and then seemed to explode and light a fire of lust in her whole body.“Are you ready?” a voice asked as she finished draining the Escort Ataşehir glass.She nodded once again and the woman with the golden bells said, “Let’s adjourn to the play room.” The woman then gently pulled her by the arm toward a doorway at the end of the living room. There were speakers in the corners of this room, so the music followed them into the play area. There was no furniture, but several double thick mattresses were scattered across the floor.“Let’s start with the women,” a soft male voice said and two women pulled her toward the mattress in the center of the room. They gently laid her on her back. Now it was not her own hands that were moving up and down her body. A woman was kneeling on either side of her, leaning forward slightly so that they could run their hands all the way from the top of her neck down to her toes. And like she did when she lay in her own bedroom, they stopped to tweak and tease her nipples both on the way up and the way back down.Soon, Juliana was moaning with passion and squirming on the bed. A quick gasp escaped her lips as two more hands joined the stroking. Another woman must be kneeling at her feet between her legs because those hands were sliding up the insides of her legs and tracing across her slit before once again moving back down to her ankles. In an imitation of the hands stroking her sides, these hands stopped to tweak and tease her clit as they slid by. She was now moaning loudly and rising up off the mattress in a bow as her back arched so tightly that only her shoulders and her heels were in contact with the mattress.“She’s ready,” a female voice said softly but firmly and suddenly all of the hands left her body.“Nooooo,” she said in a very deep, throaty, almost yell. That “No,” became an even deeper “Ahhhh!” as a mouth clamped down on her right nipple and started suckling. The “Ahhhh!” became slightly more shrill as a second mouth clamped down on her left nipple and even more shrill when a third mouth found her clit.She was now bouncing and thrashing on the mattress and moaning very loudly. She had never, ever gone this high before. She called out, “No more, no more, I’ll die from the pleasure.”There was soft laughter from the men and women standing around the mattress and the three women redoubled their suckling. With a loud and very shrill scream, Juliana exploded in orgasm. Her mind went blank. Her world was filled only with extreme pleasure… and thunder.As she slowly regained her senses, she realized that the thunder was applause from everyone in the play room. She closed her eyes and lay back on the mattress.