Watching The Zabernians Ch. 02

Some of these groups were advocates of bisexuality, others were of a particularly homosexual or lesbian involvement, although being preparatory to eventual sexual acts Jasper considered that sexual orientation should not have seemed important at this stage of the concert. Some groups of naked dancers were to be found even up here in the heights, but there were not so many. Up here partners gently nuzzled each other, as Jasper's new found lover did, but the urge to dance, even to this explosive music was not so strong. For many couples up here the conversion of the music into more physical form had encouraged them into more heated sexual activity. Naked couples and groups caroused with each other in soft wet suction or hard prodding abandon in many places. Many who chose to stay up here had done so with the object of enjoying passionate and communal sex, it seemed. Many of them, including the young late teens around Jasper had come here with the aim of enjoying lively or comforting sexual liaisons, either with existing friends and partners or with total strangers. It still disturbed Jasper, in his devotion to the music of the Zabernians, that so many should consider the music to be a secondary pleasure, but on reflection there was surely no harm in combining two pleasures in one. Many couples would have sex now, but later would be ready again to concentrate more fully on what Jasper expected to be the most psychically moving sections toward the end.

Jasper had accepted now that he too would join the ranks of the couples in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh more fully before too long. Even now his new young lady Sall had gradually transformed herself into nakedness before him. His shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down, and she gently began to gobble his penis while her hands massaged his chest, his hips, and cupped his testicles. Still he absorbed the music, even tapping his feet as his organ throbbed before him, and he drank in the beauty of the girl's naked flesh. He reached out now and stroked her breasts and shoulders as she sucked at him. She was beautiful.

He drew her up to lie with him on his knees as she continued to massage his penis. His tongue entered her mouth again and licked her neck as his fingers gently stroked her for a long time. He became conscious that, even for him, the loyal follower, the music had become secondary, a supporting piece to his mood. She cried close to orgasm, and as he rubbed his fingers more deeply her body thrashed and she wept with excitement as she took the pleasure, which to a young lady of her age was still quite new and very exciting.

Her passion was only just subsiding when she lifted herself up and reached down for his penis. "Put it in me," she whispered as she came down from her excitement. The next orgasm would be bigger and she would have his penis deep inside her. Jasper's own excitement was now intense as he allowed her to bring his penis back into full erection and ease her body over and onto it. He was naked now, except for his shirt, which she slipped first off one shoulder and then the next, as she moaned softly and unintelligibly to the throbbing pulse of the music.

Jasper's excitement grew quickly as she straddled him, expertly jugging her buttocks over his penis. The swift sensitive movements kept him strongly erect and he soon felt the rising pressure in his buried stem, which told him that if she continued to ride him in this way she would soon jet his seed into her. His mind debated whether he should slow her down and save himself for a longer experience, but he decided that the moment was on its way quickly now. Rather than stifle it he determined to allow it to take its natural course. The music was quite secondary to him now. This interlude had now become the dominating feature of his present. He told himself he would return to the appreciation of the music later. But he did find himself thrusting into her in a rhythm, which connected somehow with the physicality of their music. The pulsing of his penis, and the wild thrash of the guitars and drums, the bounce of her fresh young tidy breasts, all intertwined. His gaze fastened in concentration on the sweat of her brow, the effort in her face, the open panting teenage mouth. Her eyes were locked onto his face and he stared back, fascinated by her fascination. She was giving him everything. She was an absolute lover. She held nothing back. For her own fulfilment she gave herself utterly to serve his pleasure. In being ravished she would find the excitement she craved.

He liked everything about her. At that moment, and even afterwards when reason had returned, he noted that she was perfect. Perfect youth, perfect eager face, perfect young breasts and shoulders, and her neck - her neck was everything for a moment. His gaze had left her eyes and transfixed now on her neck, and then down to her breasts, which moved in waves with her shuddering, perfect skin. Down to her belly and sweet hips. He saw his penis stood as straight as it had ever done, permanent, indestructible, as she rode upon it. Fixed on her loins he lost all control. His own shuddering began in earnest, and he did not care that he was in the middle of a massive crowd, or that his favourite band were on stage, except that he was being taken away from himself, to somewhere far better, where purist pleasure was all, and there was no need for judgement or sanity. He knew he had to increase the movement to ride this wave or it would be lost. Go with it, or he would return to earth to begin the pleasurable ascent once more, again and again. He chose to ride the wave and she had chosen with him. He thrashed, unbelievably wild, not caring for the safety of his organ, and she seemed to explode into redoubled action.

She moaned loudly, "Ah, ah,ah." He could not tell if his own moans were mixed with them. And she moved faster than before, too fast, it would have been, but he needed it now to stay on the wave and come over the top. She was orgasming again, taking him with her. And then the explosion occurred. Warm heat in his organ. The sensation of wet passage, as the hot sticky liquid darted like pellets from a gun into her recesses, searing her linings with its honey. Not once, but in series with short gaps in between as the rockets fired, tapering off, and then nothing, but the sea of warm wetness. He continued fucking, that could not stop. No one had turned off the engines yet. She clung to him, warm and fleshy, sweaty, and her hips continued to move, but her orgasm had been with his, or so close as to be impossible to tell apart.

The machinery continued to operate but slowed. He remained very hard. He could not believe it as the return to normality occurred. He was still fucking, but the urgency had emptied from him. He could see flushed faces around him, some of them watching him, others contained in their own ecstasy. He could hear the strains of pounding, rocking, funking from below. He remembered where he was. They slowed, but she made no move to get off him. His penis was welcome to stay inside her for as long as he wanted to keep it there.

He would need to relieve himself soon. A rational thought, his first for how long? For now he just clung. Sall's lips found his. He could do nothing for himself. He embraced her wholly, holding her to him. He felt the pounding of her heart as it slowed and the stretching of her lungs. Her breath was like a warm hot moist wind on his face, fighting to get into his lungs. She wanted his air and the transference was taking place.

As they relaxed Jasper returned to his normal state. "That was fantastic!" he said simply.

"We can do it again," said the girl, wanting to appear willing, but he imagined that, like himself, she would be content to rest now. Most strangers he met for sex wanted to say goodbye soon after the act of union, too soon in many cases, in his opinion. But then there were always those you couldn't get rid of easily without being a bit more abrupt than you wanted to be. Jasper figured he was lucky to have found a girl for the evening, who had not yet enjoyed enough of him, and obviously wanted to stick with him, and one who he was happy to have clinging onto him for a while longer at least.

"You were lovely," he said, meaning it. "I don't want to do it again right now. Maybe later after the concert. I came here to listen and watch, you know." He tried not to sound dismissive, because it was not like that at all.

The girl looked a bit disappointed, as if she could not believe that after what they had just shared he could be thinking of the music. He remembered she was still pretty young. Maybe this was still a pretty new experience for her. He could not imagine what was so important to her about him at the moment, but he guessed he was quite a nice guy really, and quite reasonable looking. But then a girl of her good looks would have no shortage of partners now she had come of age. The always open lovers and the partner types would be queueing up for her twat. It made him feel good that she liked him.

"Do you want me to go now?" she asked, uncertainly.

"No, of course not!" They were both still naked. How could he want her to go? "You're really lovely. I don't want you to go at all. Stay with me like we are now, in my arms. Although we might want to put some clothes on for now. Actually I would like you to stay in touch after tonight, if that suits you. Give me your number and I'll give you mine. You can call me anytime. I will certainly be calling you."

She immediately perked up again now she knew she was wanted and had been a success. Jasper was reminded of the instability and inexperience of teenagers. They needed to know they were loved and who they could trust. Older people did not always worry so much about those things.

She gave him her number quickly and he wrote it down. He gave her his. "Canoogaville," he commented. "That's not far from me. Mine is Edwardstown."