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.