A giant of a man, the kind found only in the circus or on some basketball team, came forth. The large muscles of his well-proportioned body were painted a gleaming bronze, and a silver loincloth encased his genitals, the size of which no one dared to guess.
Mrs. Llewellyn drew him forth from the shadows like a genie from Aladdin's Lamp. She came up to his thigh bone. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are going to have a new kind of 'pin the tail on the donkey.' Only after we have all had a few drags from this hashish hookah in front of me — and it is large enough to give all of you a new sensation — while you are inhaling this divine smoke, we shall watch a dance."
The light thrown from the chandelier turned a pale violet and green.
The giant helped arrange the long tubes of the Indian hookah.
A man and a woman, dressed in reddish gauze, came dancing out from behind the screen. They did a slow, sensual, Latin dance. It was exciting to watch, their olive-skinned bodies shone through the transparent material of their costumes. His face was sculptural, with black shiny eyes and long sideburns. Her hair was as short as his, but her face was delicately featured and heavily painted. Her body had the voluptuousness of an East Indian sculpture. Breasts extended directly out, but enormously round, the waist so tiny it was impossible to imagine how it supported them. The black curly hairs of her pussy were sprinkled with golden dust that sparkled beneath her costume.
They moved sensuously together, their bodies eager to be more intimately joined.
The dancing was only a sort of play in which they came very close to touching one another, but always missed. At one point the man caught her by her delightfully decorated pussy; his hand came masterfully underneath her and raised her high into the air. While suspended she removed all of her costume except for the lower half, out of which she leaped rather magically, leaving him holding it in his hand like an exotic flag, as she gracefully fell to the floor and lay on her back.
He danced a slow rumba up to where she lay. Then he danced around her, glaring greedily down at her body. Her eyes were closed, and her voluptuous body breathed heavily up and down. Somehow, as he danced around her, she caught him with her leg, and he fell softly on top of her eager cunt and began to fuck her.
No one could figure out how in that instant his cock had thrust itself into her. She smiled with her eyes closed and moved her hips rhythmically around his cock. Then, with his prick tight in her pussy, they rolled together all over the floor, and when they stopped, he was completely naked. Some of the gold dust from her cunt had caught on his pubic hairs, and they were like two nymphs cavorting in the fields.
Their audience, a bit subdued from the hashish, had allowed themselves to be taken up by the sensual movements, and though nothing extraordinary had occurred as yet, it acted upon them as a powerful aphrodisiac. They reclined on the thick, pillowy carpet, and allowed themselves to be influenced. One of the masked men reached lecherously to his partner and pulled her strapless gown brutally to her waist. The huge beautiful breasts popped fruitfully into his grasping hands.
The hashish thickened the air. The women stared at the half-naked girl. Soon, in a feverish rush of naked competition, they had stripped themselves to reveal their luscious gleaming bodies. Mrs. Llewellyn, in her evening wear, slipped about with the giant, her prize, taking care of things. Indeed, the show was just beginning.
Now the young couple had become a bit more erotic. They were lavishly eating each other for all to see. The light on them was violet.
Despite the intricacies of sex the guests were quietly involved with, this action excited them more than the fucking act, and certainly more than what they were doing themselves. Everyone watched the two soulfully.
The music had ceased except for the distant chant of a bongo drum.
They tongued each other noiselessly, her cunt moving much the same way against his ready mouth as it had against his prick.
As she simulated an orgasm, the audience oohed and ahed, and he came directly after her. The instant he started to come, what looked like a little girl dressed in a Bo Peep outfit, but who was really a forty year old midget, came tip-toeing quickly out onto the floor carrying a gold Henry VIII goblet, and caught his overflowing sperm into the ornate antique receptacle. Then she disappeared, having captured all of his release.
When they had finished with their orgasms, they rolled over on their backs for a second, and jumped up and bowed. While the audience clapped softly and assuredly, the beautiful man unstrapped something from around his waist, and in the delicate light, he was seen to be removing his cock and balls, very gracefully. The beautiful woman loosened something behind her back, and the perfectly moulded breasts fell away.
They exchanged equipment and undressed, this time completely, to the roaring beat of drums. When completed, the beautifully painted woman was a young boy, and the flamenco type man was a very sensual girl, whose small round breasts had been successfully flattened by the elasticity of her costume. The painted woman now transformed into a lovely boy, strapped the dildo over his listless organs and proceeded to bugger the newly discovered woman in the ass.
They did this comically, and as they both pretended to exchange ejaculations, the Bo Peep midget waited impatiently at their side, holding the golden goblet ready. The giant came into the middle of the floor and picked up the midget with his little finger, like King Kong and Fay Wray, and lowered her in between the couple to catch the simulated come that was flowing forth from the dildo. The giant held her patiently, and when she grandly handed him the goblet, he drank the fake come down in a gulp and licked his lips. The lights became brighter, the dual couple disappeared and people spoke for the first time. The band was playing a slow mambo.
Carol had stood in the shadows by the deserted bar. Drinking all through the exhibition and managing to stay clear of any private gang bangs, she sat quietly in the distance, not moving except to smoke the hashish. She was mildly curious to see what role the giant would play.
All this was forced interest. Actually, she never ceased to think of Harry. Where was he? she wondered. She didn't bother to be with Phillip or look for him at the ball. She hadn't seen him all evening, not since he left her holding the bag. A young man with a blonde crew-cut came up to her from out of the shadows. He, too, was fully clothed, but without his mask. "Hello," he said.
Carol turned and tried to focus her eyes on him. "Harry," she cried, expectantly, but knew immediately it was not him. "That was close in a way," he said. "My name is Tom, and I think you are higher than I am, if that's possible! We met earlier."
Mrs. Llewellyn stopped the music and announced that Gustav, the giant, kept a fabulous souvenir beneath his silver loin cloth.
Unfortunately, this could only be presented to a woman, but there was something else later on in store for the gentlemen.
Gustav came out and stood smilingly beside Mrs. Llewellyn. His face had romantic Mexican features, a slight gigolo expression, but because of his extreme proportions, he became more of a statue than a human. Mrs. Llewellyn spoke very softly. Imbedded in the end of Gustav's prick was a perfectly faceted blue-white diamond, the size of which was to be discovered. Whoever he came in would get the diamond prize.
Mrs. Llewellyn removed Gustav's loin cloth with glee. It was like slipping an enormous table cloth from the banquet table. "Now ladies, come forth. Gustav awaits you." There were many inebriated throaty giggles. The men were extremely amused, and when no one seemed to be stepping forward, several gentlemen urged their companions on.
Gustav stood smiling in the ruby firelight, his majestic prick jutting forth, enormous like the trunk of an elephant. Several women came toward him to look, to touch and, perchance, to fuck.