AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"What?" I said. "It sounds kind of creepy."
Cherry blinked.
"Putting aside the fact that creepy is good," she said, "you have no idea what you are talking about. The Baron is, well, probably the greatest lover that ever lived. His skill is, shall we say, legendary."
I thought about this.
"You could never have a better man to give your virginity to," she said. "Tender, kind, a naturally skilled lover. Truly wonderful."
Cherry's voice went to a whisper.
"He chose you once, didn't he?" I said.
She smiled at me.
"He only chooses one girl per year, and never the same girl. I was the first one he chose, the first time he came to this party," she said wistfully. "I guess in a way, I still haven't gotten over him."
"But aren't you jealous, then," I said. "Of the other women he chooses?"
Cherry rubbed my shoulder. She leaned her head down so it fell on me.
"Maybe. I don't really know," she said. "But I like you so much, Tulip. You remind me of myself. I'd like it if he chose you," she said. "I guess I can't really explain it."
"I see," I said.
"So what do you think? Do you want me to introduce him to you?" She said.
"I'm not promising anything," I said.
"No, of course not," Cherry said. "Whatever happens is entirely up to you."
"Okay," I said, feeling better. "Let's meet him!"
Chapter 23
Cherry stood up excited. She extended an arm for me to take. I stood up and took it.
Then she began to lead me once again across the ballroom. She kept her eyes alert for the Baron.
As was usual in this strange place, sex was everywhere. If it were possible, I was actually becoming accustomed to it.
I did now see something I had not yet seen. On the side of the room we now approached were long tables of refreshments.
But these were refreshments like none I'd ever come across before.
The first thing I noticed was the ice sculptures that decorated each table. Such peculiar and erotic sculptures, all Asian in fl
avor.
Each and every one of them featured a tiny and voluptuous woman fucked by a lithe and sinewy man.
The man's penis defied all sense of proportion. Yet somehow it always fit into those tiny women's cunts.
No two of the positions of these ice sculptures were the same. Moving my eyes from sculpture to sculpture was like paging through a 3D copy of the Kama Sutra.
In one case a man lay on a bed face up. Half his body seemed to drip from the bed so that his shoulders were on the floor. His massive cock, however, stuck high into the air.
One of the tiny women mounted it, her legs close together, her ass sliding across the man's pelvis.
