Unmasqued

"Ah," she sighed gratefully, allowing her head to tip back onto the papier-mache ledge behind her. She had not released his cock, and as he continued to suck and lick at her nipples, she felt his member grow harder and longer… and longer still!

The air around them was cool on her wet nipples, stirred by the activity onstage only metres away. The dancing and the raising and lowering of scenery backdrops sent little gusts of breeze over her flesh, raising every hair and heightening the sensation of his hot mouth.

Her skirts flipped up over her open bodice, sending yet another puff of wind over her heated skin, and Maude felt the relief of fresh air on her thighs. Firmin was wasting no time, nor did he fumble with her skirts and crinolines… She closed her eyes in satisfaction. A man with a wand like that surely knew how to wield it.

But then, as she felt his warm hands spreading the opening in her drawers, Maude recognized the music changing around them and realized…

"Non!" she hissed, flipping her skirts back down and grabbing his bony wrist. From his position on his knees, he jerked away and tipped backward, and would have landed on his ass if she had not had hold of him. His long reddish cock protruded quite deliciously from the opening in his drawers, and Maude had only a bare second to admire its beauty before she pulled him to his feet.

But it was too late. The scenery on which they had been climbing had already begun to move and in moments, they would be exposed in all of their disheveled glory, not only to the backstage runners and waiting dancers, but the audience as well.

Act II had come and, with it, Faust's descent to Hell.

There was nowhere to go but with him.

Maude and Firmin had the realization at the same time, and they both scrambled into the back side of the massive structure as it rolled out from behind the curtains, and slipped into the small opening at the rear.

When they tumbled inside, Maude landed on top of Firmin. Under the irregular papier-mache mountains, it smelled like sawdust and paint, and the stage lights blaring through the red and orange made the interior warm and glowing.

Before she had the chance to react, Firmin slipped out from under her in the cramped, jutting space, and sidled up behind her. Maude cooperated and raised herself up on her hands and knees, feeling the gentle rumble of the scenery's wheels moving beneath them as it-and they-were hauled to the middle of the stage.

Excitement built in her at the thought of potential discovery. To have the manager of the Opera House, and the proper ballet mistress, copulating inside the scenery just as Faust was experiencing the bowels of Hell… how delicious and erotic it would be! Perhaps their groans and moans would be faintly heard by some of the players… and the audience… and no one would know from whence they came! Her breaths were coming faster now, and she became impatient, ready for that long cock to draw pleasure from her, there in the midst of the performance.

From behind, Maude's skirt lifted, her drawers were yanked down, and her ass was bare and waiting. She wriggled it impatiently before she felt the round tip of his cock knocking at the door. Arching her belly toward the floor, raising her hips and shoulders, Maude waited for that long, sweet length to slip inside.

She was not disappointed; in, and in, and in

… she closed her eyes in deep pleasure as he pushed in as far as he could go… and then more. Her labia swelled, closing around him, sucking him into her hot depths.

He pushed up, right up against the inner hub of pleasure, the spot deep inside that never got enough attention. His hands grasped her hips, yet she could not feel his thighs against hers… She reached back to tickle his ballocks and realized he still had more to go! He was so long that he could not fit his entire length inside her!

At that realization, Maude came. The orgasm shuddered through her, and she gasped in surprise. The crescendo of music swallowed her reaction, which turned into a long, low moan as he began to stroke inside her before she'd finished convulsing around him.

He reached for her breasts with difficulty, as his cock was so long and rigid that it was difficult for them to get too close. Pinching at her nipples, plucking them, he raised her shoulders so that she knelt upright in front of him, her head nearly brushing one of the wooden beams above.

His breath was hot in her ear as he muttered, "I'll fuck you hard, Madame Giry. You're going to take my whole cock inside if I have to jam it up into your throat." He slammed into her and she nearly lost her balance, one hand coming out in front of her, to catch on the wooden frame.

"You have the longest cock I have ever seen," she replied, turning her head so that her words would go back to him. "You can slam that wand inside me anytime you wish."