Message-ID: <6363eli$9712121559@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6363.txt> From: thebear@io.com (The Bear) Subject: Castle Party - Arrival by Chopper - by The Bear Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: thebear@io.com (The Bear) Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199712120738.BAA10127@www-01.io.com> MALARRV.TXT ******************************************************* The following is a work of fiction involving sexual relationships and activities. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise improper for you to read this, then DON'T READ IT. ******************************************************* Copyright 1997 by The Bear -- thebear@io.com You may copy this file for personal use only. Please do not redistribute. Please do not post or repost to newsgroups without my permission. Eli the Bearded has my permission to archive this story in the ASSM archives. Malinov has my permission to use this on his Solstice Party website. All others, please do not archive this story without my written permission. All other rights reserved. ******************************************************* Brian Visits Castle Malinov Part 1 -- Arrival By Chopper Fiction by The Bear -- thebear@io.com I had never ridden in a helicopter before, and was amazed at how fast and how low we were flying. The waves below seemed very close indeed, and we were passing over them so quickly that it made me dizzy to look straight down. I looked ahead instead, out through the plexiglas bubble that surrounded the pilots' compartment. There seemed to be nothing in view ahead of us except more of the same dull, overcast sky above, the same dark, slate-gray sea below. I looked around me at the other passengers, wondering if they were erotica writers, writers' surrogates (like me), or some other variety of guest. The passenger compartment was roomy, with four benches down each side, each large enough to seat two comfortably. I had the second seat on the port side all to myself, and the seat in front of me was vacant. Across from me were two girls that I wouldn't mind getting to know better at the party; both were cute and well-rounded, but it was the animation and vivacity in their faces that really attracted me. These girls were having a great time just talking and chattering and pointing out the window at a lone gull soaring in search of dinner -- how much more enthusiasm might they show in bed? In front of the girls, in the first seat on the starboard side, sat a lone man bent over a laptop PC, his fingers fairly flying over the keyboard as he constructed some new epic, perhaps to be shared at the upcoming party. I raised my arms and locked my hands behind my head, twisting my torso first to the left and then to the right as I pretended to stretch out travel kinks, but actually sought a glimpse of the passengers further aft. My attention was immediately caught by the woman sitting behind the two girls. Her dark hair, ivory skin, and red lips reminded me of someone, but I couldn't recall who. She was turned away from me, watching something further back -- I followed her gaze and gasped as I saw that some of our fellow passengers were apparently not content to wait for our landing to begin their sexual festivities. I couldn't see much of the seat behind the dark-haired woman, but I could tell quite easily what was going on there. A slim leg extended up above the back of the seat, toes pointed at the ceiling, panties dangling from the ankle like a banner. All that I could see of her partner were his muscular buttocks, hairy thighs, and jeans bunched up around his knees. The respective motions of the pair made it obvious that the man was giving the girl a vigorous fucking. The dark-haired woman must have heard my gasp, for she turned and looked directly at me. She smiled and tilted her head, motioning me back to join her. I quickly moved back beside her, and together we watched the pair fucking in the back seat. I could see now that the girl in back was a petite beauty, with black hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes were shut tight as she mouthed silent words of ecstasy. The bodice of her dress was unbuttoned, and she was braless underneath it, allowing her fingers easy access to tease and pull her own taut nipples. The skirt of her dress was pushed up around her waist. The man with her had both hands under her ass, holding her steady as he drove his long, thick prick repeatedly into her wet pussy. My new seatmate startled me by putting her hand on my arm. She leaned close to me, and her breast brushed my arm as she whispered into my ear, "Perhaps when they have finished we can put on a similar performance for them." I put my arm around her, letting the fingers of my left hand splay to hold her left ass cheek. I turned slightly toward her and brought my right hand up between us, letting my fingers rest on her ribs just below her breast. "Why wait for them to finish?" I asked. She smiled and reached down to the front of my sweat-pants, grasping and stroking my erection through the material. "You are so eager, young man." She had that part right -- I had been looking forward to this little shindig ever since The Bear told me I was going. I hadn't slept at all on the long transatlantic flight, fantasizing instead about asking one of the lovely stewardesses to join me as my guest for the big party. Lord Malinov's helicopter had picked up me and my fellow party-goers right at the airport, and now that we were winging our way over the North Sea to the castle island I was tired, sleep- deprived, but more than anything else horny as hell. "Damn straight I'm eager -- and your hand isn't exactly doing anything to cool me down." "'Damn straight'," she quoted back at me. "What a delightfully descriptive American phrase. And now, perhaps, since you are so eager to begin, I should have a better look at this thing that I am holding that is so very damn straight?" With that she took hold of the waistband of my sweats with one hand, also catching the waistband of my boxer shorts, and pulled both down to reveal my swollen cock. She shifted the grip of her other hand, reaching in to stroke my organ directly rather then through the cloth. "Magnifique," she commented, smiling. "I shall hope that our friends finish soon, so that I may enjoy this inside of me." "Huh?" Not my most intelligent comment of the trip, but remember that I was sleep-deprived. "You mean you still want to wait?" She was already turning back to look at the pair behind us, although she maintained her firm grip on my prick. "But of course. If you intend to enjoy Lord Malinov's party to the fullest, you must learn to pace yourself. For now, we enjoy the pleasure of the voyeur. In a short while, we shall enjoy the pleasures of fucking, of your cock driving into my cunt, with the added spice of exhibiting ourselves to the others. Be patient, my strong and eager stud." Patience my ass, I thought, I wanna get fucked. Still thinking to distract her from the sights in the seat behind us, I dropped my right hand to her thigh, then moved it upwards beneath her skirt. My fingers encountered the tiniest bit of lacy something covering her sex, and quite easily pushed it aside. I gently traced the lips of her pussy with my fingertips, moving up to caress her mound, then down beneath her to tease the delicate flesh of her perineum. She began to squirm, bumping her hip against mine, and slowly, slowly moving her hand up and down the length of my dick. I pressed my fingers against her cunt-lips and they parted easily, opening the way to the moist and sensitive inner labia. I trailed the tips of two fingers up and down that moist slit, which was getting wetter and wetter as I worked. She moaned and clutched my forearm with her other hand, and I was afraid that her pussy was too sensitive for my ministrations. But no, she only pushed my hand more firmly against her, practically forcing my fingers into the opening of her cunt. I accepted the invitation and slid my middle finger into her, moving it slowly deeper and deeper, then drawing it back out just as slowly. I rested my thumb on her mound, rubbing gently, and slipped my ring finger into her also. That seemed to please her, as she began to wriggle her hips forward and back, with a slight rotational motion. "Look at them," she said suddenly, tugging my prick to make sure that she had my attention. I turned my head and saw that the pair in the back seat had shifted position, and that the girl now sat astride her lover, moving rapidly up and down on the heavy cock upon which she was impaled. Her dress had been cast aside, exposing her lovely nude body to all who watched. Her perfect ass, the curve of her spine ... Her head was thrown back, her eyes still closed -- I began to wonder if she was imagining herself somewhere else, perhaps even with someone other than the man who now held her. My partner's cunt was lubricating heavily now, and I slid my two fingers briskly in and out, still using my thumb on her mound to provide gentle pressure on her clitoris. Her breathing was fast and shallow -- I wondered if she was trying to make her orgasm coincide with that of the girl we were watching. She may have been doing just that, because right as the girl began to chant, “I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming,” my dark-haired lady moaned aloud and I felt her cunt clenching at my fingers. “Ow-wee, Ow-wee,” I thought she was saying, and then I realized that she was groaning, “Oh yes, oh yes,” in French. Her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, and then she sighed and was finished. Then, still grasping my forearm, she tugged my hand down and away from her pussy. She turned to look at me, smiling as only a woman who has just come can smile. "Now, I believe, it is our turn." She reached out to draw me close, but we were interrupted by the pilot's voice booming over the sound system. "All passengers, please return to your seats and fasten your safety harness. The winds are minimal for this time of year, but nevertheless may be tricky near the island and the castle. I expect an easy landing, but I want you to be prepared. Thank you." Almost frantic with lust, I ignored the pilot’s warning and reached down to lift her skirt. Still smiling, she released my prick, put her hand on my chest, and gently pushed me away. “Not now, silly one,” she chided me. “There will be time after we land.” SHIT! Postponed again! I swore that if I had to wait much longer, I would develop a set of blue balls so bad that even Kim Nice-But-Dim couldn't save me. Grumpily I turned to face forward, sliding down onto the seat so that I could buckle myself in while she did the same. The man in the seat across from us and the male female couple behind him were also buckling up, and I assumed that the amorous couple behind us were doing likewise. Hrumph. At least they had had the good timing to get their rocks off before the seatbelt mandate was issued. I gazed forward and saw that we were now quite near the castle, a dark, solid, and impenetrable fortress that completely dominated the small, rocky island upon which it had been built. There was a small harbor with a sheltered passage up to the castle; a number of small boats were tied up at the dock, and several larger vessels were anchored not far offshore. As I watched, a small motor launch sped away from one of the large ships, toward the harbor, throwing up a sheet of white spray behind it. Then the castle blocked our view of the harbor as the helicopter slowed and descended toward a helipad marked with flashing lights. The windsock nearby drifted this way and that, but was not streaming out to its full length as it would in a strong wind. The pilot brought us in closer, and lower, and then we could no longer see the helipad as we descended the last few feet and were down on solid ground. I popped the buckles on my harness and turned toward my companion. “Now,” I growled, reaching for her. She pushed me away again, playfully. “No, not now. I expect that the helicopter will be needed for another run to the airport to collect more guests. We will have plenty of time at the party.” She bent down to retrieve a small bag from under the seat. Other passengers were also pulling bags from under their seats -- apparently I had been the only one unschooled enough to stow my pack in the aft baggage compartment behind the rearmost seats. I couldn’t get to it until the folks in the rear seats had gathered their things and moved forward -- the girl behind us did not bother to dress, but simply went forth in glorious nudity -- and when at last I could move back to get my pack, my seatmate moved into the aisle and started forward to follow the others off of the aircraft. “Um, wait!” I called to her, not wanting to sound too panicked. She turned to look at me. “We will see each other inside,” she assured me. “By the way, I am Michelle.” “I’m Brian,” I responded automatically. “But how will I find you?” She had already turned away to go, but glanced back over her shoulder. “You will find me -- if you want to do so badly enough.” She continued on toward the exit. I yanked open the door to the baggage compartment and grabbed for my pack, figuring that my best chance to find her was simply not to lose her to begin with. My pack was stuck, with one of the straps caught under the edge of a maintenance panel. I tugged at it, but it wouldn’t come loose. How had it gotten stuck? I knelt down to try to wiggle the strap free of the panel, but it seemed that the webbing was caught on something underneath. I tried to get a grip on the edge of the panel to pull it up, but it was fitted too closely for my fingers to find any purchase. I would have to get one of the crew to unlock the panel for me. I rose and started forward -- and saw that the group of passengers, including Michelle, was almost to the small sidegate leading into the castle courtyard. I dropped to my knees again and grabbed the pack with both hands, then got my feet under me and pulled as hard as I could, putting my back into it. The strap tore loose from its connection at the bottom of the pack. No loss; I only needed one strap anyway. I heaved again, but nothing gave and I almost fell. I got my footing again, got a good grip, and stood up, putting everything I had into my thigh muscles and expecting the strap to tear loose fro the top of the pack -- instead, the maintenance panel gave way and released its hold on the strap, and I staggered backward down the aisle, clutching the pack and trying to turn to see where Michelle was. She was nowhere to be seen. She must have already gone inside. Cursing, I jumped out of the chopper and trotted toward the gate. I would have to try to find her inside the castle. [to be continued in Part 2] Brian Visits Castle Malinov Part 1 -- Arrival By Chopper The Bear -- thebear@io.com ******************************************************* Copyright 1997 by The Bear -- thebear@io.com You may copy this file for personal use only. Please do not redistribute. Please do not post or repost to newsgroups without my permission. Eli the Bearded has my permission to archive this story in the ASSM archives. 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