LITTLE AT THE PARTY

An Erotic Novel of Ageplay & Sharing

E. J. Shade

LITTLE AT THE PARTY

An Erotic Novel of Ageplay & Sharing

Copyright © 2026 by E. J. Shade

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This book contains explicit adult sexual content involving ageplay, power exchange, and group dynamics between consenting adults. No minors appear or are depicted in this work.

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Chapter One

The Lilac Dress

The lilac dress was soft as breath against her skin. Fluttery sleeves, a ribbon tied high under the slight rise of her chest, the hem stopping high on her thighs so that every step showed the pale-pink lace panties beneath---delicate embroidered roses along the waistband, a tiny bow at the front, already darkening at the center from the heat of the room and the slow, inevitable dampness gathering between her legs. She stood only as high as his hips. When she pressed against his side, the top of her head brushed the hard line of his belt.

The living room breathed heat and low music. Grown-ups moved through it in darker clothes---charcoal trousers, open-collared shirts, sleeves rolled to the forearms. The smaller ones in pretty dresses and frilly panties were already being handled: lifted, bent, opened. Across the couch one of the short ones was on her knees between a pair of strong thighs, her ruffled skirt flipped up so the grown-up behind her could palm the seat of her frilly panties. Someone else was bent over the arm of a chair, dress pushed to the waist, a thick cock sliding slow between closed thighs while she held still and listened to the wet sounds. The air smelled of sex and perfume and the sweet lotion all of them had been rubbed with earlier.

No one stared only at her. She was simply one more small body in the middle of the noise.

He rested a heavy hand on the back of her neck, thumb stroking the soft skin there, and guided her deeper into the room. From this height she could feel the heavy outline of his cock already thickening behind the fabric of his trousers, pressing against the middle of her back. His hands moved under the hem of the lilac dress, sliding up the outside of her thighs until they reached the lace edges of those pink panties. He did not pull them down yet. He simply cupped her through the soft material, one big palm covering her entire small mound, the heel of his hand pressing firmly against the front while his fingers curled under and found the damp heat between her legs.

She made the tiny sound she always made when something big touched her there.

Around them the party continued to heat. Another of the smaller ones was being lifted onto a table, her pretty blue panties tugged to the side so two grown-ups could take turns rubbing the heads of their cocks against her soft folds without pushing in yet---just sliding, teasing, making her drip while the rest of the room watched or joined in. Soft whimpers mixed with deeper groans. The music stayed low and thumping.

His other hand came up and rested over the flat front of her dress, the slight soft rise barely filling his palm. He pressed gently, thumb tracing the small peak through the thin fabric. The size difference was everywhere: his hand could almost wrap around her whole narrow chest, his fingers spanning from one side to the other while her slender body stayed pressed tight to his. He rocked his hips once, letting her feel how hard he had gotten just from holding her like this.

He slipped two fingers under the edge of her pink panties and stroked along the soft outer lips, spreading the wetness that had already gathered. She was so small that even that light touch made her whole body twitch. He kept the panties on, just pulled slightly to the side, because he liked the way the lace dug into her soft skin when he played with her. His middle finger found her little clit and circled it slowly, pressing just enough to make her knees weaken. She leaned harder into him.

Across the room a different short one was bent over a grown-up's lap, her dress flipped up, receiving the same slow, thorough attention with two thick fingers working in and out while she watched the rest of the party. The air grew thicker.

He kept working her open with just those two fingers, scissoring gently, curling them to stroke the soft front wall while his thumb stayed on her clit. The wet sounds were quiet under the music but she could hear them every time he pulled out and pushed back in. His free hand moved to the back of her neck again, holding her steady so she could not squirm away. When he finally pushed a third finger inside, the stretch was sharp and sudden; ...