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In another sculpture the man was simply on a stool of some sort. The woman had mounted him, her legs wrapping around him. She leaned into him while he sucked her breasts.
In yet one more sculpture a woman had the back of her shoulders on the floor. Her back went straight upward into the air.
But her legs fell backwards, yoga-like, over her shoulder and head and revealed her full round ass. From this position a man stood over her and stuck his giant cock into her tiny cunt.
And on and on it went. So many various positions. And I hadn't done a single one of them. I'd never had a man's penis in my virgin pussy.
And if I was going to stay true to my heart, maybe I never would. Because it was truly my daddy that I wanted. Something I would never be able to tell him.
What of this Baron? I didn't care how sexy he was, or even if he chose me for his once a year special fuck, he wouldn't be my daddy.
I tried to look away from the ice sculptures. All they did was remind me of just what I couldn't have.
But even the refreshments were designed to elicit desire. The food items had been carefully shaped to suggest something sexual.
In one location there were small plates, each with two oysters and a carrot stick that formed a cock with a pair of balls.
There were avocados that had been cut in half. Their pits had been removed and replaced with a banana. They'd then been cut to vaguely resemble a cock slipping into a vagina.
Nothing was served that couldn't be served in a lewd manner.
There were plates of chocolates. Some of these were shaped like breasts. Others were shaped like hard cocks.
What substantial food was available looked mostly to be Indian food. Spicy curries served in suggestive bowls. Sweet smelling bread shaped obscenely.
"Are you thirsty?" Cherry asked me.
There were glasses of what looked like champaign. These glasses were shaped like cocks, so one had to drink from penises.
"I'm tripping out enough already. The last thing I need is alcohol," I said.
"Smart," she said. "Or not. But here try this."
She picked up a glass in the shape of a voluptuous woman. It contained a deep red clear soda. Stuffed in it was an orange slice wrapped around a cherry.
"Is this a virgin Mary?" I said sardonically.
"It's a Sweet Vernal Pure," She said. "And that's how you come across to me."
"I'm—"
"You're nineteen," Cherry said. "Yes, I know, you've told me already. Anyway, none of the drinks have alcohol. None's allowed at the party. Only sex!"
That made me laugh.
I sipped at the drink. Its taste was exquisite. As I continued to sip I heard a noise under the table. Stepping back just a little I glanced down.
Fuck! Even under the refreshments table, there was a couple going at it. Oh, and what they had done with the food!
"There he is. Come on!" Cherry suddenly said.
She grabbed my hand and led me toward some wide tall glass doors. The doors looked to let out on to a wide outdoor patio. Near them stood a tall handsome gentleman.
He wore a suit of black velvet. His hair was swept back and glossy. Perhaps he'd used gel. He looked tall and well built.
His mask covered the entire upper half of his face. It was as black as ink and across it were fractal lines of silver. It made me think of moonless midnight skies and fractured souls.
Around him milled what I could only see as groupies. So many people trying to get near him for a word or two. It was almost as if he were holding court!
