I was the tenth of eleventh person to arrive on Saturday night. By nine, everyone was there. There were ten men and ten women and everyone was elegant...y dressed. It reminded me of the red carpet at the Oscars. Soon I was to learn it was all a masquerade like the 17th and 18th Century masked ball. The evening's agenda was hanging there right before my eyes so I might have guessed what was about to happen. It was a swing securely fastened to the ceiling but not an ordinary swing. It had stirrups. He was really tight but after gentle pushing he loosened up and I penetrated into him in one smooth push. The way his ass gripped my cock is indescribable. The inside of his ass felt like a bench vice lined with soft velvet. I knew I would not last long. I pulled out, leaving just the tip of my cock in and pushed in, it felt better the second time. I kept doing the long slow strokes in and out of his ass. He was softly moaning as I did. I was right about not lasting very long. On one of the. There right in front of him was the snooty brunette Carol from his history class. The same girl that would never even give him the time of day, with her big firm tits, long slim legs, and a hairy pussy that looked like it could use a trim. What he was finding out even in just his first two experiences, and what was to become a basic truth on ninety percent of what he would see, was that the girls spent an inordinate amount of time washing their pussies. The red head the previous evening had her. " I'll help in trade for supplies," I said. "Five bushels of threshed grain a day." Three," she said. "No more." Three and a ham," I suggested as Ewell stood in the doorway."All right," she said, sticking out her hand. I took it and felt the slim bones and thick cords. She was a strong woman and her blood ran rapidly. She held my hand just a bit longer than she had to. She held my eyes as well. Hers were gray.Outside I convinced the corporal to go on back to camp and return in a couple of weeks.