Dianna looked absolutely tremendous. After what seemed like hours, she had finally finished dressing, and had emerged from the steamy bathroom looking fresh and full of life. And, as is usually the case with Dianna, she also looked anxious and full of anticipation.
Wearing nothing but a long white kimono-like robe, she walked across the room and over to where I had been sitting, waiting for her. Her straight blonde hair fell just over her shoulders; she had made a great effort during the past week to revive her slowly fading summer tan, and her skin had returned to a soft golden brown. She was tall, and stood before me, a smile playing across her lush red lips.
"You like?" she asked.
She reached down to the sash of her gown and, her fingers working at the bow, pulled back the material, holding it open. My cock tingled as I looked at her.
Though a tall woman, her body was trim, her flesh tightened into sweeping curves and slopes. Her huge breasts jutted out from her body, two great round things, very firm yet very soft, crowned by two dark pink nipples that always seemed to be hard and erect with excitement, and that always seemed to be extending their invitation to my mouth. The flat plane of her belly swept down to her incredibly narrow waist, then blossomed out again as her hips melded into her thighs, full curving delights, guiding my eyes down to her perfectly shaped legs. My eyes went back to that treasured spot between her legs. A small triangle of sandy-blonde down covered her slightly rising mound, the contours of her cunt calling for my rapt attention.
"Turn around," I told her.
She turned. I lifted up the thin material of the robe. Tight and curving, first out and then back in, her ass was nothing less than magnificent. I reached out and ran my hand down the crest of her hips, tracing the curve with my fingers.
"Very nice, Dianna, very nice."
She turned back to face me. Her hands again pulled the robe open, and, moving forward, I extended my hand to her pussy. She reached down, between her legs; her eyes shone with excitement, her fingers slowly pulled open the lips of her pussy, exposing the pink already-slippery flesh. My finger slipped between the soft pink petals of her cunt, searching for the fleshy red button of her clitoris. She sucked in her breath as my fingers found the glistening nubbin. I pinched it lightly, holding it, rubbing it gently.
"You're wet already, Dee," I told her, my voice cracking a bit with my own increasing needs.
"I know. Put your finger inside of me, Ben. Please."
I leaned forward and, sliding my hand down the shimmering pink canyon, inserted my finger up inside of her. She squatted down just a bit to ease my entrance.
"Oh, God, that's nice, so nice . . . Yes, that's right, right, right, in and around ... so nice . . ."
My finger pushed farther into her wetness; then, slowly, a second finger joined the first. Her pussy was more than warm, almost hot, the soft walls of her secret sexual chamber closing around my hand with their wet oily clutching. I twisted my fingers inside of her for a minute or two, stretching her.
Then, ignoring Dianna's throaty pleadings, I removed my finger from her cunt.
"Turn around, Dee," I told her. Dianna obeyed, spinning slowly so that she now stood in front of me, facing the same direction. Without being told, she gathered the long white kimono around her waist, exposing her pert ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiled, and then leaned far over so that her forehead was but inches from the floor. I reached out to her, my hands pulling open the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as I exposed her. Slowly, I inserted one of my fingers up into her asshole, the oily juices of her pussy making her dark round entrance wet and slippery. She squirmed back down as my digit drove into her warm tight tunnel.
"Oh God, that's... so nice... so... nice. . . deeper, yes ... yes ... just a little deeper. . . yes. . ."
Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, her words more and more of a chanting. She let go of her gown and had reached back around, her fingers now holding open her ass, inviting me to explore her deeper. I inserted a second finger into her rectum, pushing it high into her darkness. Her thighs began to tremble as I twisted my hand. I pushed higher, held her on my fingers for a brief moment, letting her enjoy her fullness; and then, very slowly, I withdrew my hand from her.
I reached over to the small table on my left; I took from a small box a narrow but quite long white plastic vibrator. The thing was fastened to a wide blue strip of silk.
"Lean way over, Dianna," I told her. She did as she was told, and I rubbed my hand over the hard rubbery shaft of the dildo. Then, telling Dee to pull her thighs apart, I inserted the tube up into her cunt. She bucked gently as it entered her. After pushing it as far as I could, so that only the bottom tip peaked out from between the lips of her pussy, I tied the long silk band around her waist, first pulling the scarf-like material between her legs on each side of her now desperately anxious mound. The pressure of the silk held the vibrator up inside her.
My finger found a tiny switch on the tip of the dildo, and she began to writhe as the plastic prick began to silently tremble within her.
"Oh Jesus that's so ... feels so good ... so good . . ." Her forehead began to glisten with a sheen of her sweat. She had turned to face me; her hands had both dropped to between her legs, her finger pushing inward in slow, pumping movements on the tip of the plastic dildo. She watched me as I reached back to the table, picking up a joint. I lit it, took a long sucking drag on the yellow-tinged cigarette, and then handed it up to her. Dianna took it, enjoyed a huge hit, and then handed it back to me. She closed her eyes as I took a second hit. We traded the doobie back and forth until we finished it, all the while Dianna, with her eyes shut, rotating her hips slightly as she stood there, the vibrator teasing at the depths of her cunt. The air in the room was heavy with the odor of the sweet grey smoke.
There was a soft knocking at the front door. Dianna started a bit, her eyes flashing open. I motioned for her to relax. She let the folds of the robe once again fall together in front, and gently lowered herself to the cushions on the couch across
from me. I stood up, first tossing the^ small roach into a nearby trash basket, then stepped to the door. I bent slightly and squinted out through the peep-hole. I saw our visitors, distorted through the lens, and swung open the door.
Anita and Bob stepped into the entry area. I shook Bob's hand, and as he struggled out of his coat, gave Anita, Dianna's twin sister, a peck on the cheek.
We chatted for about fifteen seconds at the door, exchanging greetings, and then walked in and joined Dianna where she remained waiting in the living room.
Dianna and Anita were twins but that fact and their height was where the physical similarities ended: Anita had naturally dark skin, almost a Mediterranean olive-green tint. Her hair was pitch-black, and her eyes a big round deep brown. Her face was slightly more delicate than Dianna's, and her breasts, though very round and firm-looking, were smaller than those of her sister. Both women possessed the same flat bellies and trim dancer's legs. Anita's ass took second place only to Dianna's.
Everyone found a place to sit in the living room
and, after some wine had been passed around, another joint was lit; during the next few minutes, we caught up with the recent history of each other.
Bob and I had been planning this evening for over a month, and the anticipation rolling about my stomach was like a tide of boiling waves struggling against the calming heavy fog of the dope. I had turned off all of the electric lights, and the four of us spoke quietly in the golden dancing shadows of the fireplace and the one single kerosene lamp burning away on a shelf at the far end of the room.
I sat on the end of the couch opposite Dianna, who had reclined against the thick cushions. The tense, anxious look in her eyes betrayed her continuing struggle for control over the waves of excitement pouring through her from the silent teasing of the vibrator still buried deep in her pussy. Bob sat in a chair to my right; Anita sat in a heavily cushioned loveseat directly across from me. Dianna's sister was wearing a thin beige blouse, its filmy material hiding nothing of Anita's breasts; her nipples, very large and very dark, etched their outline in the shirt as they strained with anticipation. Her skirt was a summer print. My stare drank in the curves of her softness. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, then followed that with a quick wink. My eyes fell to her legs. Her dress had slid up above her knees; as we all talked quietly together, she slowly spread open her thighs, inviting my stare. Anita wore nothing under her skirt, and I could feel my cock hardening as my eyes traced the faint outline of her pussy, covered by a thick thatch of coal-black down.
Dianna, in reaching for a joint on the table in front of us, had let her robe fall open in front, the fullness of her left breast exposed. I watched Bob's eyes as he feasted on her bosom, Dianna not bothering to pull the gown back in place.
A second joint was lit and passed around. I stood up, and, having to think through a numbing swirling rush from the dope, started a tape rolling, the room filling with the soft, almost imperceptible rumble of some very mellow music. By this time, Anita's dress was completely open, and I wanted to bury myself in the soft black darkness that she was displaying so casually. The atmosphere in the room was tight with tension as we spoke, talking about everything except that which was foremost on our minds.
After a third joint had been smoked, I turned and faced Dianna.
"Why don't you show your sister the surprise I gave you," I suggested. Dee responded with an anxious smile. She stood up and stepped around the low, round coffee table in the center of the room and over to Anita, finally standing directly in front of her. Dee closed her eyes as her fingers again untied the sash that held the gown together. With a quick, shrugging movement of her shoulders, the white robe slipped to the floor. I watched as Anita's eyes went over the curving flesh in front of her. Dianna's nipples were hard and a bright pink-red, her huge breasts rising and falling in breathy anticipation.
Dianna spread her thighs open as Anita's eyes rested on the silk belt that kept the dildo in place. Dee stepped closer as her sister leaned forward and slowly untied the cord. Anita stood up as the strap fell to the floor.
Anita was almost exactly as tall as Dianna, perhaps a half-inch shorter at most. The sisters looked at each other, deeply into the eyes of the other, neither saying a word. Then suddenly, there occurred one of those magic times, when, without words, the thoughts bounding between people become so intense that all at once there's a terrific, unseen and unheard explosion of release, when thoughts and desires become one and dominate everything else.
Anita stepped back from Dee and, with a few quick movements of her own, she stood naked. The two women moved together, their four erect, throbbing nipples just barely touching, the anticipation of one teasing the anxiousness of the other.
Dianna leaned forward just a bit, until her lips touched those of her sister. Anita's tongue darted out, whisking at the soft red, also-darting tongue of Dee. As they teased one another, their bodies moved again toward each other, this time more closely, until the round softness of their breasts crushed themselves into the softness of the other. My cock stiffened to its aching full length as Anita's hands traced an endless grid of invisible lines over the slopes and curves of Dianna's body, the unfamiliarly feminine fingers, beckoning Dianna farther and farther down into the dizzy rushing path of her own excitement. Anita's fingers slipped lower and lower, tracing and retracing their way over Dee, until finally they had flowed over and across her belly, waiting for the twin's response.
I quietly got up off the couch and stepped over to where Dianna and Anita embraced. I motioned to Anita with my eyes and she stepped back from Dianna's arms.
Anita stepped behind Dianna; I put my hand on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over. I bent over and, reaching around her waist, I pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her two tight southerly openings to Anita. Kneeling down, still directly behind Dianna, Anita let her fingers slide between the lips of Dianna's cunt, and very slowly she pulled the still-trembling dildo from her tight wet grasp. Anita found the switch and flipped it; then, her eyes on mine, she brought the shimmering white plastic to her mouth, and licked at the oily globs of Dianna's love juices. Lapping it down, she licked it clean, then let it fall to the carpet next to her.
Then Anita forced Dianna down onto her knees. I placed a cushion under Dee's belly; Dianna arched up, spreading her thighs apart, her rear end high in the air. Her sister knelt between her legs, then lowered herself so that finally her mouth was only a few inches from Dee's pussy. I stood up and moved back to the couch, and, with Bob, watched, transfixed, as Anita, inching closer and closer to Dianna, began flicking her tongue out to the lips of Dee's cunt.
I felt my balls growing heavy with the surging tide of my own needs as Anita pressed her whole mouth against Dee, her tongue licking and sucking at her deliriously open pussy. Anita's tongue made soft wet sounds as she drank in Dianna's honey fla�vor. Bob had moved to the floor and, leaning on his side next to the two women, watched as if he had become hypnotized as the red thirsty tongue snaked its slippery way into the pink shimmering darkness.
Just as Dianna's soft moans began to drift into hoarse, throaty demands, Anita turned her sister over onto her back. Anita then knelt, straddled over Dianna, so that her pussy was directly over Dianna's mouth. Slowly, very slowly, Anita squatted down, until Dianna's outstretched tongue disappeared between the lips of Anita's cunt. Anita tensed at the featherlike pressure as Dianna's tongue slipped up into her, and then lowered her head down to Dianna's anxious, accepting pussy.
As Dianna licked at her wet depths, Anita's lips found the slippery red clitoris, and, sucking the swollen pulsing thing into her mouth, began pumping lightly on her twin; Dianna, her husky pleadings now filling the room, began to squirm, arching up and spreading her thighs back, silently demanding of her sister that she go on and on with her searching examination.
Anita adjusted her position, shifting her weight onto her elbows; with her arms reaching down and around Dianna's hips, her fingers found their way between the cheeks of her sister's ass. Dianna arched up as Anita spread her open, all the while letting her tongue run uncontrolled over the pink soft wetness of Dianna's cunt. Dee groaned as her sister slowly inserted a long slender finger up into her anus. Anita pushed up into her with her finger, while at the same time driving down into her pussy with her tongue. Dianna responded, pushing her tongue up into Anita's cunt, holding her twin against her mouth, the two women entangled in the soft desperate grasping of the other, and began the first of what was to be an almost endless oily chain of climax after climax.
As the two sisters writhed together, Bob raised himself to one knee and, catching my eye, motioned me to move around behind his wife. I stepped over to the two women, and then knelt down directly behind Anita. She had squatted all the way down onto Dianna's mouth, her thighs spread wide over Dianna's face. I reached out, running my hands over her slightly raised ass, gently kneading my fingers into the soft contours of her cheeks. Bob leaned over and pulled her open; Anita arched up as I teased at her tight dark rectal opening with the tip of my fingers. Bob reached over and grabbed a bowl of oil that I had placed on the coffee table. Dabbing some on his finger, he rubbed the slippery stuff between her sweet buttocks. Then, with Anita's ass glistening from the stuff, I inserted a finger down into her. Dianna drove her tongue farther into her sister's cunt, and I could feel Dianna's movement with the tip of my finger. Anita moaned loudly and began rocking back and forth, back and forth, accepting more and more of Dianna's tongue, and taking more with hers, with each bucking, arching cycle.
I closed my eyes for a moment as my mind struggled against a falling, swaying rush, then opened them to find Bob, standing up, his hands stripping off his clothes. His cock, swollen to the full length, sprung out from his body like a thick red pipe. He stood there, looking down at the two luscious women at his feet as they rocked and bucked and arched their way through their first orgasm in perfect unison, The leaping flames in the fireplace had slowed to glowing golden embers, and dark shapeless shadows flitted across the walls of the room, enhancing the unworldly atmosphere that already encased us in its unrelenting grasp.
Dianna was on her back, her head propped up on a cushion, her legs spread open; her twin sister was above her, straddling her, Anita's pussy grinding down lightly on Dianna's mouth, Anita's tongue buried in Dee's cunt, her arms embracing, reaching around, her finger pushing into the tight darkness of her asshole.
I stood up and stepped over to Bob and the two women, shedding my clothes as I moved. I caught Bob's silent gesture, and I moved around behind Anita. She had her ass high up in the air, and I could see Dianna's tongue licking and sucking the pink flesh of her sister's pussy. My cock ached with its stiffness; a small pearl of precum seeped through, and it felt warm and sticky on the purple swollen head of my penis.
Bob watched me as I lowered myself to my knees, just above Dianna's head, almost against Anita's now slowly rotating backside. I reached down to Anita's glorious buttocks and gently pulled them open. I waited for a few seconds, watching her as she rocked back and forth, impaled now on her sister's tongue, exposed and open. Bob had moved down opposite me, kneeling just above Anita's head, almost against Dianna's pussy. Just as I watched, holding the cheeks of Anita's ass open, so did Bob watch Dianna, as he gently pushed her thighs up and out, pulling the lips of her cunt wide, allowing Anita to drive her tongue farther and farther into her wetness. The two sisters were still caught up in the sticky hot web of their shared climax, and Bob and I watched as they writhed together on the floor in front of us.
Bob's fingers were now pulling open the lips of Dianna's pussy; she moaned loudly as Anita again sucked her clitoris into her mouth as Bob drove two fingers up into her cunt. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that I rested on my elbows, my mouth only an inch or two above the crest of Anita's squirming ass, my cock hard and pulsing, trapped between my belly and the thick soft carpet. Dianna reached around Anita's hips from beneath, her fingers pulling the cheeks of her pert behind open, as I began licking and teasing at her tight dark hole. Anita whimpered as I let my tongue lap at the soft warm secret between the mounds of her ass. Dee pulled her wider as I nudged my tongue down into her. I moved my tongue back and forth as I pushed farther and farther into her, until finally my lips were pressed hard against the soft, giving crest of her ass. Dianna released her clitoris from the sucking grasp of her mouth and once again slid her tongue up into her sister's pussy. As I sucked and licked at Anita's ass, I could feel the movement of Dianna's tongue in her cunt, the two of us drinking at Anita's flowing excitement.
Bob had reached under Dianna, and, his fingers almost dripping with Dee's juices, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pushed up into her darkness. Dianna arched up at the fullness, accepting the pressure. Anita continued eating Dee's cunt, her tongue deep within her pussy.
Suddenly, the two women reached their peak, both tensing at the precise same moment, and then, still together as if one, they fell from that dizzying height, their two convulsing bodies entwined and joined, soaring through the bucking rushing orgasm that they so intimately shared. I pressed my tongue deep down into Anita's ass, my mouth straining against her cheeks, eating and licking my way through the tightness, just as Dianna was gulping the sweet honey-like juices as they flowed from between the lips of her twin sister's cunt. Bob's fingers had disappeared into Dianna's ass, his hand pumping into her, while at the same time Anita licked and tasted Dianna's pussy.
For months, Dianna had fantasized about what it would be like to fuck, and to be fucked by, her twin sister. Dee had thrilled as to the opportunity for discovery of a body that had, for years, been so close to hers. One night not long ago, Dianna had said that it would be like tasting herself, and being eaten by her own lips and tongue. And now, as the two women writhed and squirmed against each other, impaled on tongues and fingers, it was apparent that the reality had, at the very least, satisfied the visions of the fantasy.
Finally, the two women began to slow, until at last, their needs, at least for the moment, had been met. Bob and I both stood up. Anita and Dianna remained on the carpet, in the arms of the other, their breathing labored and tired.
I stepped over to the fireplace and put a couple of new logs on the fire. Bob poured us some wine, and we sat down and spoke together quietly as the two sisters relaxed.
I lit a joint, took a long hit, and then passed it over to Bob. Then perfumed smoke blended with the sexual musk of the sisters into an invisible, slightly moist cloud. I watched as Bob knelt back down next to the women. Gently, he lifted Anita off Dianna. As Dee watched through still-sleepy eyes, Bob spread her thighs apart, exposing her still open, still slightly trembling pussy. The flesh was pink and glistening, her swollen red clitoris peeking out from between the lips of her cunt, almost invis-iblypulsing. Bob watched her as he played with her. Several times his fingers found her nipples, hard as rubies, and he teased them, rubbing her huge shuddering breasts first this way then that way, pressing into them, using them like two round soft toys. A sparkling drop of her essence spilled from her cunt, and slowly made its sticky warm way down her thigh. Then Bob inserted two fingers up into her pussy, pushing his hand hard between her legs. Dianna arched up, spreading herself open, accepting his invasion of her with an anxious anticipation.
I crawled over to Anita, who was now watching Bob examine Dee, his hand and eyes exploring every inch of her. Anita smiled at me and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She spread her thighs open, revealing her pussy, still wide open and gaping from Dianna's hungry tonguing. I reached out to the pink flesh as I knelt behind her. She was dripping, her anxiousness overflowing; she whispered something I couldn't quite hear.
Bob glanced over toward the two of us. He took his hand from between Dianna's legs, ignoring her gasping protests. Following his lead, I, too, stood up.
"I, uh, have a surprise for the three, well, actually the four of us . . .1 guess . . . and believe me, there's no better time than right now."
Anita and Dianna and I all stared wide-eyed at Bob as he stepped over to a bag he had left on the table. He picked it up and disappeared down the hall leading to the guest bathroom.
"I'll be right back," he waved as he disappeared.
The two women and I waited for Bob's return, Dianna and Anita both restless with curiosity and a slight nervousness. They lay down next to each other, gently caressing the other with slender, long-nailed fingers; I silently watched the two women as they shared in a closeness they had never before known. -
After about ten minutes, Bob emerged from the darkness of the hall. In one hand he was carrying a white towel, rolled up into a soft, furry tube. Steam rose from the hot moist fabric. In his other hand he held a white silk scarf. He put the towel on the carpet next to the two women, and, as Dianna and I watched, completely fascinated, he tied the scarf around Anita's head like a blindfold. After tying a knot at the back of her head, he asked her if she could see, and she shook her head no in reply. He then gently forced her to lie on her back, her head propped up by a large cushion. He then took the wet, hot towel and unrolled it. Inside of the roll was a second towel, which he next spread open, and then slipped it under Anita's ass. Again, he turned back to the roll. He stretched out the towel completely. A small chrome-handled razor fell to the carpet. Bob got up, went quickly back to the bathroom, and then emerged a second time, this time holding in one hand a shaving mug and an old-fashioned brush, in his other hand a small shining pair of scissors.
Dianna sucked her breath as she realized the nature of Bob's surprise. My cock sprang out stiffly, suddenly renewed, as visions of Anita's sweet pussy, its mound and lips as smooth as a young girl's, ripped through my mind. Bob was enjoying the scene immensely, his prick standing erect from his body.
Slowly, he knelt down between Anita's legs. Her thighs were spread wide, and the suddenly sightless woman, who now seemed so vulnerable as she lay there, open and spread and powerless, whispered, very softly, to those around her:
"What are you. . . going . . . to do to me?" she asked, her voice cracking a bit with an odd mixture of longing and fear.
Bob answered, his voice low and calm. "Just going to take you back a few years, Anita. We want you to enjoy this. Just. . . relax and enjoy. . . ."
First, Bob took the scissors and clipped the down covering Anita's pubic mound, as close to the skin as he could get. At the sound of the first snip of the blades, Anita knew what Bob had planned for her. A smile broke across her lips, and she spread her thighs wider so as to give her tormentor more room in which to move. In less than ten minutes, he was done, Anita trimmed down almost to her flesh.
Next, Bob took a small jar of oil from the now-spread roll. Rubbing some on his hands, he began to caress Anita's mound with the stuff so that soon the pink flesh and coal-black thatch glistened with the slippery liquid.
Dianna was staring at Bob's hands as they massaged the warm fluid over and into her sister's pussy; Anita had begun to whimper softly; Dianna's right hand was now playing at Anita's breast, teasing at her nipple. My own eyes remained riveted to Anita's pink, slippery flesh.
Then Bob took the still-hot damp towel and pressed it between Anita's legs. Anita squirmed at the warm, soft pressure. Dianna had lowered herself next to her sister, and her lips had found her sister's hard, dark nipples. Dee flicked her tongue at it, licking around its base, then finally sucking the whole rosette into her mouth. Anita reached up and was now holding Dianna's head, pulling her against her softness.
"Oh . . . God, that feels. . . feels so good . . ." Anita whispered, hoarsely, spreading her thighs wider. "Jesus, what. . . ever you're doing . . . the both of you. . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . ."
Bob held the towels against her for a few more minutes, as all the while Dianna sucked and licked at her breasts.
Removing the towel, Bob took the shaving cup and brush and handed it to me. I silently took them and began stirring the thick soft bristles of the brush against the warm wet soap in the cup, working it into a steaming, bubbly lather. I moved so that I was kneeling directly between Anita's legs. Bob reached back to the table behind him and picked up a large, rubber dildo, its shape between that of a ball and that of an oval. It was larger at one end than the other. Dianna leaned across Anita's belly, her fingers finding the lips of Anita's pussy, and pulling them open.
"Spread your legs open, Anita," Bob instructed her. She did so, and I noticed her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs, seeping out from between the spread lips of her femininity in two sticky, slow-moving streams.
Slowly, Bob inserted the huge ball-like thing up into her, high into her cunt. Anita arched up so as to accept the sex toy. She moaned loudly as Bob pushed it up into her wet depths.
"Take it, Anita, I want you to take the whole thing. . ."
"Yes ... yes ... yes . . . the whole thing . . ." she answered, her breathing coming in short gasps as she strained at the fullness.
As Anita began to writhe at the pressure stuffing into her, Bob told Dianna and I that the ball would keep the flesh tight and stretched, thereby providing a closer shave.
Bob motioned to me with his eyes, and I began to glide the lather-dripping brush over the woman's mound, sopping her pussy with the thick slippery foam. While Bob watched, I teased his wife with the bristles, until finally the entire area between her legs was covered with the white froth.
By this time the still-blindfolded Anita, the huge rubber ball stretching wide her cunt, was a prisoner in her own unknowing excitement. The ball protruded from between her vaginal lips, and she was bucking gently against its hard, unyielding pressure. The bubbling white foam had mixed with Anita's own golden juices; gold and white strands swirled together down her thighs. Dianna was holding her by her shoulders, her mouth having released Anita's nipples and, her tongue having rediscovered her lips, the mouths of the two women played at each other, teasing together.
After I had spread the hot, lubricating soap, Bob motioned for me to hold open Anita's tender thighs. She moaned as I held her, Dianna's tongue still licking at her lips. Bob leaned forward, his face only inches from Anita's pussy; slowly, as he stretched the-wet and soapy skin with one hand, holding it tightly, he lowered the gleaming razor's head until he had it angled against her. Very gently, he pulled the blade toward him, his fingers grasping the ivory handle firmly. Dianna and I stared down at the slowly moving blade as it scraped up the oiled, down-like covering. Bob's wife moaned at the feather pressure of Bob's strokes.
Bob began at the very top of her mound, slowly working downward, first down the right side, then down the left. Every so often, Bob would dip the blade in a bowl of hot water that Dee had brought from the kitchen. The blade missed nothing, leaving only pink, satin-smooth skin in its wake as it passed. Dee and I watched as Bob finally completed the last few strokes, far back between her legs, just inches past her now bright-pink ringed opening. Bob put down the blade and stared at the results of his efforts. He smiled as he reached to the gleaming bare flesh, lightly running his fingers along the crest of Anita's cunt. He took the towels and cleaned the rest of the soap from between the woman's thighs.
Anita, still blindfolded, reached down, sliding her hands over her belly. Hesitating at first, she began caressing her cunt with curious searching fingers. She explored her unfamiliar smooth ridges and curves, whimpering as she slipped her fingers between the lips of her gash. Dianna again lowered her lips, invading Anita's mouth with her tongue. I spread her thighs as Bob lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue examining the new smoothness. Bob straightened up, then motioned to me to take his place. I moved between Anita's thighs as Bob held her open. I let my fingers glide over her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the silk-like sensation. Then, with Anita's own fingers pulling open the lips of her cunt, I began licking her, running my tongue all over the slippery-smooth skin. I sucked at her clitoris for a few moments and, as Bob reached under her and pushed a finger up between the cheeks of her ass, I darted my tongue down into her wetness. Anita arched up, a loud throaty gasp escaping her lips. Dee had swung her leg over Anita's shoulders and was squatting down, pushing her own anxious pussy into Anita's equally anxious mouth. Bob slipped a second finger into her ass; Anita moaned, and suddenly I felt the soft slippery walls of her cunt convulsing around my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she overflowed.
Dianna began to shudder as she rode Anita's tongue; Bob withdrew his digits from Anita's ass and stepped around behind Dianna. As she rocketed past the limits of her control, Bob bent her over, her head now resting on her lover's belly. He reached down to her pussy and rubbed his fingers over the slippery wet skin, teasing at Anita's lapping tongue as he did so. He then slid his finger back to her buttocks, wetting her tight opening with her own juices. Then, with Dianna already squirming down against him, he pushed his cock into her. Riding Anita's tongue and Bob's prick, Dianna exploded into her climax, moaning loudly, twisting and writhing. Bob began thrusting into her, slow, long strokes, his hands reaching around her sides, grabbing at her round, shaking breasts.
I knelt up and moved closer to Anita. I rubbed the purple swollen head of my cock against her gleaming pink flesh. She felt smooth and slippery. I pushed into her, impaling her on my straining penis. I opened my eyes and watched Dianna as Bob exploded into her grasping rectum. She squatted as she came, pressing her convulsing cunt against Dianna's mouth. Anita bucked once, then gasped, then bucked again, her pussy rotating inches off the ground in small tight circles. She lashed out with her arms, then with her legs, falling into her twisting, ripping orgasm. Suddenly, my own tide broke away, surging out of me into the sucking wet tunnel of Anita's pussy. My muscles tensed as I shot into her, my cock jerking spasmodically inside of her, my hot thick white cum spilling out into her shaking, shuddering wetness. Bob gasped as he continued his hot flow into Dianna, even as I strained and poured into Anita.
More minutes passed, and then finally the four of us were still. The golden shadows of the fire danced across the ceiling and the walls of the room. As I stretched out on the carpet between the two women, sleep quickly smothered over the four of us.
Several hours had passed since Bob and Anita had announced their presence at our door, at least an hour had passed since the four of us had fallen together through our swirling, shared orgasm. Dianna and Anita had brought out some' sandwiches from the kitchen, and we talked quietly as we snacked; the wine and the dope, and, most of all, the sexual release, combined to mute reality for us, and seemed to envelop us all with an almost-numbed cocoon of calm. It was the early hours of the morning, and through the large skylight in the ceiling above me, I watched the blue, star-filled nighttime sky turn to the inky black screen of just before dawn.
"You know, I've been meaning to tell you all night, Ben, I heard of a ... you're going to love this ... a group, like a club, sort of, where all the members�well�it's sort of a club for connoisseurs of the, uh, physical. . . sexual. . ." Bob's speech was slightly slurred. He was sitting across from me, the two women relaxing on some cushions next to him on the floor.
"A sex club, you mean?" I asked.
"Uh, no, not exactly. . . not really a sex club . . . these people, the members, apparently take their sex quite seriously. They have all these rules . . . everyone has to be married, attractive, things like that. I guess there're about ten, fifteen couples, who are members, or whatever you want to call them."
I was probably too tired to show it, but Bob had piqued my curiosity. I noticed that Anita and Dianna had also stopped their own conversation and had diverted their attention to us.
"Why don't you give it a try," I suggested, reaching for a glass of wine. My mouth was dry and scratchy.
"Well, I don't know if I'm up to something like that. I was hoping that curiosity would get the better of Dianna and you; then you could tell us what it was like, and, uh, if it was any good, and then, Anita and I could join if it sounded okay."
"Aha, so that's it. You want us to be the guinea pigs," I laughed. Dee giggled, along with her sister.
"Not really, no. Actually, I just figured that since the two of you are the experts, your opinion would be good enough for us. Hey, I've got a name and phone number if you want to find out more about it."
Bob took a card from his wallet. I looked at the name and telephone number, then put it down on a small table next to my chair and told Bob that I'd think about it.
In spite of some very half-hearted protests, another joint was lit, and after about twenty minutes, the four of us were once again entangled together on the thick cushion of the carpet.
We fucked until midmorning.
CHAPTER TWO
The telephone conversation with the man who identified himself only as Ron lasted about three minutes. I told him that a friend had given me his number and had suggested that I call him. He asked if I knew something about his group, and I told him that I knew only a little; he asked if I was married, and when I replied in the affirmative, he asked me to describe both my wife and myself, which I did. He said that he and his wife, Vivian, could meet us the next night at a cocktail lounge. I told him fine, that we'd be there about eight the following evening. He said goodbye, and that was that.
Dianna and I arrived at the bar first, and found a small table tucked away against the back wall. We ordered our drinks, and after a wait of about ten minutes, Ron and Vivian presented themselves at our table.
My breath caught in my throat as Ron introduced his stunning wife. She was as blonde as Dianna, and perhaps an inch shorter. Her thin print blouse strained against the pressure of her magnificent breasts which, at least through the material, seemed to be enormous, as round and as large as Dee's. Vivian had an open, fun smile, her face as fresh and as young-looking as her body was exciting. Ron was big also, maybe six-two or six-three, with a mellow, laid-back disposition; his shoulders were broad, and the short sleeves of his golf shirt stretched thin as they encircled his tanned, bulky, strong-looking arms. His hair was blonde, almost white, as if bleached by the sun. The pair of them looked as if they had just walked off some sunny Southern California beach. I. watched the two of them as their eyes quickly appraised us. We shook hands all around, and then they pulled a couple of extra chairs over to the table and sat down.
We chatted as the waitress returned with our drinks, and took their orders. She returned again, and we toasted each other and took our first tastes. Another five minutes passed with small talk, and then, just as I began to feel the slightly mellowing effects of the alcohol, Ron began explaining about his friends.
"Well, from what you said on the phone, Ben, I take it that both you and Dianna know at least something about us."
I nodded.
"The group we belong to�and that's what we call ourselves, by the way, simply 'The Group'�is really nothing more than about fifteen couples who enjoy their pleasures, sex being foremost among them. We first got together about four years ago, originally there were four couples. The Group has parties about once a month. Simply put, the parties are designed to provide an atmosphere enhancing the members' already active interest in sex. The only rules we have are those designed to promote the members' enjoyment. Do you want me to continue?" His eyes flashed from me over to Dianna, and then back to me.
"Please do," I answered.
"Let me tell you two of the rules. First, to be considered for membership, the couple must be attractive. I think you'll find that every individual you might meet from The Group is going to be quite satisfactory, physically. Second, The Group's activities are designed essentially for those individuals who wish to expand their sexual limits, who want to explore areas beyond their own erotic horizons. For members of The Group, the parties provide an opportunity to enjoy pleasure simply for the sake of pleasure. I should tell you that our male members tend to be voyeurs and their wives, exhibitionists. It has proven to be a convenient and, I might add, a most pleasant combination. The third rule, which is probably the most important, is that of discretion. Since we depend on each other to keep our little secret a secret, the greatest discretion is required. All of our members are quite successful in their outside activities, and few could afford to have their private pleasures made public. Do you understand, so far?"
Again, I nodded my head in the affirmative. Dianna did the same.
"One other thing. We accept very few new members. It is necessary that the two of you be approved by all of the members."
I swallowed some of my drink. "And how is that done?"
"Any new applicants are, uh, reviewed, if you will, at the parties. We've developed a sort of ritual over the years. The purpose is to provide the members with an opportunity to meet and decide the, uh, compatibility of the newcomers. If you're still interested, we'd arrange for the two of you to attend the next party."
I looked over at Dianna and noticed the sparkle of interest dancing in her eyes.
"Sure, we're still interested."
"Fine, fine. There's a party scheduled this Saturday night. I realize that that's not much notice, but do you think you could make it?"
"I think that Saturday would be fine," I answered.
Ron reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small piece of white notepaper.
"Here's the address. The party starts at eight, but the new couples are asked to be there an hour earlier, so you'll have to be there by seven. Please don't be late. You might be interested to know that we'll be considering one other couple for membership, so Dianna won't be alone during the, uh, ritual. From what little I know of the two of you, and what I know of the other couple, all four of you should enjoy the evening."
We ordered another round of drinks. I noticed Vivian eyeing Dianna continuously throughout the conversation. We chatted for about another fifteen minutes, talking about nothing in particular. The four of us then left the bar together, heading out to the parking lot. The night air was warm and moist.
Ron and Vivian had unknowingly parked their car next to ours. The two of them walked in front of us, and were both over on the far side of their car.
"Ben, Dianna . . . come on over here for a minute . . ." Ron's voice had a peculiar tenseness to it. Dee and I walked around to where they both stood.
Vivian was leaning against the side of the car, her arms and legs spread slightly, her back to Ron.
"I'd like the both of you to see something," he said, reaching down and slowly lifting the hem of Viv's shirt up to her waist. She had been naked under her dress, and the dress was raised to reveal her thighs, fleshy though firm, their curves sweeping up to the soft wet flesh of her cunt. Her ass was incredible, her cheeks jutting out, round and sweeping, the copper-brown tan even and unbroken.
Ron lowered himself to one knee, directly behind the woman. He reached up between her legs, forcing her thighs wider. The lips of her pussy were open and already glistening with her excitement. My cock stiffened, aching to be buried in the warm wet softness displayed before me.
"She's already wet. She's always wet, always ready. She tastes good, like bitter honey. Ben . . . taste her juices."
I leaned down and inserted a finger up between the lips of Vivian's pussy. Her cunt was warm and gaping. Her oil felt thick and creamy on my skin. Vivian groaned as I pushed my digit into her, then squatted back down against my hand. I withdrew my finger and brought it to my lips, my tongue flicking out and licking at the slippery stuff. Her flow was very warm and carried the thick sweet perfume of musk. It was thick, and tasted rich. I looked back at her pussy. My balls churned with my sudden, almost overpowering need to fill the woman with my cum, to experience her softness, her incredible beauty.
Vivian was looking back over her right shoulder, back at Dianna. Ron was still holding her dress up, her legs still spread open, her cunt and ass still exposed.
"Dianna," Viv said, her voice almost a whisper. "Go ahead and taste me... please."
Dianna stepped closer to Vivian, then ran her left hand down over the crest of her ass. She paused for a second, then pushed her finger up between the lips of her pussy. Vivian lowered her head and moaned. Dianna brought her finger to her mouth.
"You taste. . . beautiful. . ." Dianna said. I noticed that Dee's nipples were suddenly hard and erect, etching their outlines into the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Think about me," she said, winking, as Ron let the dress fall back to full length.
The next few days seemed to crawl by, and as we drew nearer to Saturday, the tension surrounding Dianna and I grew thicker and thicker so that by Saturday afternoon the two of us were almost incapable of harboring a thought that in some way wasn't linked to some shared fantasy.
My thoughts kept returning to visions of Dianna caught up in the living out of several of the fantasies that I had created. My sexual drama gave Dee an opportunity to act out her own most-hidden needs, and it benefited the both of us; we quickly became addicted to the continual searching for our physical limits, the discovery of the physical treasures of others.
The first time that I had used Dianna for the satisfaction of my own mind's myths was almost two years ago, and, one of those unique coincidences of fates having occurred, I shared her with a good friend of mine. Dianna's eyes went wide, first with surprise and then with anticipation when I told her that I was going to let our weekend houseguest, who was at that moment in the guest bedroom, only a few feet away from where we whispered together, fuck her. She asked me why, and I told her because I thought that all of us would enjoy it. We approached my friend right then about the idea, and he said that he was all for the idea. This didn't surprise me in the least; since the three of us had become friends, I had frequently caught him looking at Dianna with a more and more urgent longing in his eyes, and that look said that he wanted the woman. The three of us decided to make the occasion as grand and dramatic a celebration as possible. We each took a quick shower; my friend, Tom, in the shower in the guest bath, Dianna and I together in ours. We met downstairs in the living-room, where I quickly built a crackling fire in the arched, brick fireplace. Directly in front of the dancing flames I laid out a thick woolen white rug. Tom already had a joint going and he passed it around as Dianna found some glasses and poured the wine.
Dianna had entered the room wearing only a completely transparent white blouse and matching summer skirt. Her nipples glared pink from behind the veil of her shirt; a small closely-trimmed thatch of sandy-blonde colored down marked the junction of her full-curved thighs. Both Tom and I were dressed in only short-white bath towels tied around our waists; both of the tight stretched towels showed the growing, anxious bulges of our quickly stiffening cocks as Dianna brought the wine in from the den. I waited until Dianna had rested the large silver tray on the table at the right of the fireplace. I motioned to her silently to join Tom and me, the two of us now sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Dianna came to us, knelt down on one knee, then reclined back on the cushions between us. Tom's eyes were riveted to Dianna's huge round breasts, which swayed from side to side in slow sweeping curves as she moved. Dee closed her eyes as her head touched the cushion. I reached up and, as Tom stared wide-eyed, I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button. After I had finished, I pulled the material back to display her pink-crowned softness. Tom's eyes followed my fingers next to her skirt. Slowly, as I did with the blouse, I pulled open each separate button in the line of six that ran up the front of her skirt. After I had finished, I again pulled the material apart, this time exposing Dianna's anxious pussy to Tom, who watched, his eyes fixed on the unfolding lush display before him. As I pulled open the skirt, Dee, her eyes still closed, spread her thighs open; Tom reached down, running his hand over Dianna's mound. Dee moaned at the touch, and Tom lowered his mouth to her left nipple, taking the swollen stiff thing into his mouth. I pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt, and Tom's fingers, following mine, quickly found their way into Dianna's slippery pink crevice. Dianna arched her ass up off the cushion beneath her; she was wet, her juices glistening against the pink-red flesh. Tom's towel had
fallen to the floor, and his cock was hard and long; he moved to his left a bit and began rubbing his straining prick over Dianna's glorious breasts. Dee reached up and held her soft mounds together, pressing them into each other, forming one great mass of curves, as first one of her lovers and then the other thrust his cock between them.
I remember moving back from Dianna at about that point and, sipping at the wine, silently watching the two as Tom examined his new magnificent toy. Tom had turned Dianna over onto her stomach, the cushion beneath her belly now forcing her delectable bottom up into the air. As Tom moved back around her, Dianna spread her thighs open, exposing her cunt to Tom's examination. I watched him as he ran his hands over her, first along the crest of her ass, then down between her legs, then finally, holding the labia of her pussy open with the fingers of one hand, he inserted two of the fingers of the other up inside her. Dianna gasped, then rose up higher as he pushed a third digit up into her wetness.
I stood up, letting the towel fall to the carpet at my feet. I moved down to the two lovers just as Tom, now on his knees, began moving up against Dianna, pushing his prick over the slippery pinkness of her cunt. Dianna was rotating her rear end in soft tight circles, inviting Tom to use her further.
I reached around Dianna, holding her by her breasts, as Tom's prick, its bulging round head purple with the strain of its own engorgement, found her warm wet opening. She moaned as she accepted him, his shaft thrusting up into her gash. Tom reached around her with his hands, holding her by her thighs, pulling her back against him as he strained forward.
As Tom began his slow, constant pumping, Dee opened her eyes and turned to me. Looking up, she smiled at me, then once again shut her eyes tightly against any interference with the overwhelming fantasy that she was living.
On my knees, I moved around so that I was directly in front of her. She raised her head at my movement; my cock, aching for release, stretched straight out to her lips, barely an inch or two from her warm wet mouth. I held her head between my hands as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She closed her soft red lips around my prick, her tongue teasing at the tip. I arched forward, and she accepted my entire length. Tom, his pumping becoming more and more urgent, whispered that he wanted Dianna on her back when he came. I took my dick from her mouth as Tom stepped back; slowly, we turned her back over. She positioned her ass over the cushion, spreading her legs open.
"Oh, Jesus . . . please ... I want a cock inside . . . of me ... oh ... Jesus, please . . ."
Tom quickly moved between her knees. Dee arched up as he lowered onto her; Dianna groaned as Tom mounted her, driving his cock deep up into her. My fingers played over Dianna's breasts as the two of them reached the peak of their control together. Suddenly Dianna moaned loudly; first arching, then wrapping her thighs around Tom's waists she began a jerking, bucking ride, impaled on his jutting cock. Tom stiffened, his back perfectly straight; then, with the first massive wet convulsion of his cock, he fell into his climax, pumping, thrusting, jerking into Dianna; Dee's head moved from side to side as he gushed into her pussy, filling her with a continuing torrent of his hot thick semen. Leaning down, I kissed Dianna hard on the mouth as Tom fucked her, emptying his white creamy load into her accepting cunt. They writhed together for long minutes, moving, twisting, grabbing at the pleasures of one another. As Tom slowed, I motioned to him silently, and, with Dianna still caught up in her swirling, rushing release, he withdrew from between her legs. I noticed that his cock, still hard and stiff, was coated with a white, glistening mixture of Dianna's oil juices and his own sticky cum.
As I guided Dianna back over onto her stomach, Tom slipped beneath her, sliding down until his pecker, standing stiffly up from his body, was directly under Dianna's cunt. Dee squatted down over him, lower and lower, until first the head, and then the entire length of his shaft, disappeared up into her. I moved around behind her; she groaned as I caressed some oil between the cheeks of her ass. Then, slowly, as Dee began moving up and down on Tom's straining prick, I pushed my cock down into her tight dark opening, sliding farther and farther into her hot anus.
Tom began thrusting into her, and I could feel the moving, jerking bulge of his cock in her pussy against mine as I reached up into her rectum. She felt tight, her two lovers stuffing her with their own demanding needs,
As Tom reached up to guide one of her nipples into his mouth, Dianna fell back into her orgasm, moving on the two of us. Tom gasped, then erupted info her for the second time; feeling the jerking convulsion of Tom's cock as it spilled into her, I exploded into her ass, filling her tightness with my wet creamy release. What seemed like hours passed, as the three of us sated ourselves on the others, taking the pleasures before us like an unending feast.
Later, while the three of us spoke quietly into the almost dawn of the early morning, Dianna accepted the both of us again, until finally, the light of the young day beginning to filter in through the shuttered windows; the demands of the fantasy were satisfied.
CHAPTER THREE
By Saturday afternoon, both Dianna and I were almost desperate for the party to begin. It was apparent that Dianna, aside from being unable to resist the challenge of satisfying several lovers at one time, was especially intrigued by the remarks that Ron and Vivian had made regarding what the two of us had begun to refer to as "The Initiation Ritual." Dee had developed a sexual vanity that virtually begged to be the center of attention, and as she prepared for the evening, visions of the erotic danced through her head.
Early in the afternoon I had sat in the bathroom, watching her guide the shiny blade over her body; we had trimmed the patch of sandy down between her legs with scissors, then razored her clean around it, so that after about sixty minutes of work, her mound was left with a tiny thatch of covering. As I helped her, I noticed that the lips of her pussy were already open, and the flesh of her cunt was already glistening with her oily excitement. She then spent most of the remainder of the afternoon in the tub, every so often mixing into the steaming water thick globs of scented body oils. She spent an hour with her hair, first brushing then arranging, then brushing again, and finally, a few minutes before six, she emerged, looking about as good as it's possible for a woman to look.
She chose to wear a long skirt, the material light and thin and airy; her blouse was of the same material, with a print of small summer flowers marking the trim. She was naked beneath the blouse, her huge breasts, and their stiff red erect crowns, pressing out against the fabric of the top.
We shared a quick joint before we left the house, the two of us hoping that in some magical way, the heavy perfumed smoke might dull the edge of the tension that the both of us were feeling. The dope helped a bit, and we drove off, sharing an almost overwhelming rush of anxious, excited dread.
The directions that Ron had given us called for us to drive out beyond the sprawl of the city to the rolling green hills of the outlying villages. He had mentioned that the location was a little way out, and we had to drive for just less than an hour before we found the street, and then for another five minutes until we found the house.
The place was beautiful. The perimeter of the huge lot was ringed with a great green hedge, well over six feet in height and seeming as thick. Set well back from the street, a huge brick mansion, its second floor visible above the top of the hedge, stood ready to accept its evening's guests. An open gate broke the hedge directly in its middle, and I aimed the car off the street and onto the broad, gravel-covered drive that swept across the grounds in a sweeping graceful arc. It took us past the house and led us to a small parking area off to one side. There, three or four cars were already waiting. I parked behind a shiny limousine, and helped Dianna out of the car. We followed the driveway back to the house, then around to its front. The borders of the path were bright with flowers, and a vast expense of dark green lawn, recently manicured, stretched out from us on all sides. Trees dotted the grounds, and from the hidden branches came a demanding, almost strident symphony of hungry birds screeching for their evening meal. We said nothing as we mounted the five wide steps that led to the porticoed front entrance. I knocked three times on the thick brown wood of the door, winked once at Dianna, and waited.
Both Ron and Vivian greeted us as the door swung open. I shook Ron's proffered hand, and leaned over as Vivian gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Good to see the two of you," Ron said. I answered that the feeling was mutual. Viv said something to Dianna, and the two giggled. We spoke for a few minutes in the red-tiled entry hall. The small chandelier hanging high above us cast down a muted amber light on the four of us.
. Vivian was dressed much as she was the last time I saw her. Her breasts, which were as large as I had remembered them, pressed out against the thin, very light blue material of her blouse; she wore no bra, and I couldn't help but notice her nipples as they hardened to full erection as the four of us chatted. She wore no slip under her matching skirt and the outline of her legs as they curved up to the faintly dark-shadowed triangle of her mound. Vivian's hair was down, falling straight over her shoulders, so blonde that it seemed almost white. I felt my cock tingle at the thought of taking her, burying my face between her two luscious breasts as my cock filled her cunt.
Ron was dressed in slacks and a knit sports shirt, the copper-colored bulge of his thick-muscled arms stretching at the fabric. The pants were tight, and I noticed the large bulge between his legs as he eyed Dianna, his anticipation of enjoying her inviting body obviously rivaling my own demanding anxiousness.
A few more minutes passed, and then our hosts led us down a long hall and into the huge, high-ceilinged, oak-paneled living room. The room resembled a barn in size and shape, longer than wide, a large red carpet covering most of the floor area. Furniture had been grouped in two places, one off to the left of the double doors through which we had entered, and then the major setting in the center of the room. Facing us from the far opposite wall was a gigantic fireplace, easily large enough to walk into, its flames crackling and dancing on the three great logs that had been placed across the massive andirons. A great crystal chandelier hung down over the center of the floor. Only about a quarter of the lights on it had been turned on, and the crystal, together with the fireplace, cast a gently sparkling shower of blue-and-golden-hued shadows around those of us below. A bar had been set up on the wall to our left, and two couples were speaking together as the men mixed some drinks. Everything in the place seemed slow and calming, much like a photograph taken through a clouded lens.
Our host and hostess led us over to where the four stood talking in front of the bar.
We were greeted with smiles and handshakes. The first couple, Jim and Linda, had been members of The Group for over a year. Jim was a huge man, very tall, very wide at the shoulders, his body apparently the result of many hours spent with the weights. Jim's wife, Linda, was almost as tall as Dianna, and as dark as Dee was blonde. Linda's breasts were large and firm-looking, completely visible virtually to the nipples as they peeked out from under the woman's almost-unbuttoned blouse.
The second couple, Rich and Pam, were the other applicant couple that Ron had mentioned days earlier. I could feel a rush as I was introduced to Rich's wife. She was young, very young; later, I learned that she had turned eighteen only a few weeks before, and that the two of them had decided that the ritual of The Group's initiation would provide a fitting celebration with which to welcome the girl to full womanhood. My cock began to ache for her breasts, which were small and very round, her nipples bright red with their stiffness, teasing me from behind the cloudlike material of her blouse. She had long, sandy-blonde hair, which added to her image of a round, tanned beach girl, fresh and ripe to be tried. It was obvious that the woman, like the others, wore nothing under her skirt.
Ron mixed Dianne and me a drink, and the six of us talked quietly. Pam and Dianna, anxious and pleasantly uncertain as to the adventure that awaited them, spoke nervously together; Linda had been appointed as Pam's "guide" for the evening's activities, and Ron told us that Vivian had been appointed Dianna's. They would stay with the two applicants at all times, offering their support when and if needed. Ron excused himself and then disappeared for a brief moment. He materialized once again with a small round silver tray upon which were arranged a couple of dozen joints. I took one, lit it and, taking a long sucking hit, passed it over to Dee, who, in turn, passed it to Pam. We small-talked while we smoked the doobie, until finally, we heard the front-door chimes from what seemed like miles away.
"Ohoh, it's getting late," Ron said as he excused himself a second time, on this occasion to answer the knock. "Viv, Linda, you'd better take Dianna and Pam and get them ready," Ron suggested that Rich and I wait for him at the bar, and then disappeared once again down the hall to welcome the just-arriving members. Vivian and Linda then took Dee and Pam from the room, guiding them through a door leading to another part of the house.
I mixed another drink for both Rich and myself, took another joint off the tray that Ron had left on the bar, and passed the next few minutes by talking to Pam's husband, Rich. Ron rejoined us, leaving from time to time to welcome the members as the chimes continued to announce their presence.
Within thirty minutes, all of those expected had arrived. The huge room, though certainly not anywhere filled, had nevertheless come alive as it sheltered the fourteen or fifteen couples who now milled quietly about, speaking, laughing, greeting each other. Ron had told us during our conversation at the bar that most of the members preferred that their only contact with the other members take place only at the parties. Rich and I watched as the members acted like simply old friends; Rich echoed my own thoughts when he commented on how attractive everyone was, the women all strikingly sexual, the men all, without exception, handsome.
The initiation ceremony, or ritual, as Ron had referred to it during our initial conversation, was the sexual centerpiece of the party. It had been informally developed over the years, and was now required of every applicant couple. Designed to merge the applicants into the total hedonism of The Group, as well as to make certain of their sincerity, the ritual was divided into four parts.
To open the ritual, each of the applicants were to be individually introduced to the members. Then each of the two women would be taken to separate rooms where, for one hour, each would "perform" for an audience, each audience comprised of half the members present. After an hour, the women would be given a thirty-minute rest, and then the opposite audience would be entertained. The husband of each applicant was required to remain in his wife's room during the first hour. After the second performance, the applicant wives would then be given a second thirty-minute rest period, at the end of which they would then be returned to the living room and be allowed to participate in the more or less general debauchery that would then continue throughout the evening.
Rich and I had just finished our second joint when the door off to the right of the room opened, and Dianna and Pam, led by Vivian and Linda, entered the room.
The outfit that Dianna had worn to the party was gone. In its place was a very light blue toga like garment, the material sheer and thin. Its length was enough to fall just below her pussy, and absolutely no farther. Dee's nipples were very red and very erect, and her eyes echoed the excitement that she was feeling. As she walked with Vivian to the center of the room, the black down of her mound flirted out from behind the see-through material of the toga. Dianna winked a smile at me as she passed in front of the bar. Holding Linda's arm, Pam walked behind Dianna, dressed similarly, only in white. The just-turned eighteen-year-old looked like a very eager virgin bride brought to be enjoyed by all of her guests. I sucked in my breath as she walked by; the toga lifted up above her hips, teasing my mind with the firm, protruding curve of her ass. Rich said something that I couldn't quite hear as the four passed by.
Without being told, the members formed a long line. Linda and Vivian stood with Pam and Dianna at the head of the column, and began the introductions.
I lit up another joint as I watched the introductions. Vivian said something to Dianna that I couldn't hear, and the first couple in line welcomed her to the party, the man, extending his hand to Dianna and shaking hers; the woman giving Dee a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. I had been introduced to the couple when they had first arrived, and remembered their names as Bob and Samantha or, as her husband had introduced her, as "Sam." In that Ron had told me what to expect, I wasn't surprised when Bob reached down and ran his hands over Dianna's virtually naked ass for a brief moment as Sam and Dee spoke. Pam, standing next to Dianna, was being introduced to the second couple in line; the man, whose name I later learned to be "Jack," had gently pulled Pam's left breast from behind the fabric of her toga, and was caressing the firm young softness as they talked.
The introductions continued. My cock, engorged with my own excitement, strained as a woman named Barbara reached down to Dee's thighs and gently forced them apart. As Dianna and Barbara's husband spoke, Barbara ran a slender finger first over the mound of her pussy, then between the lips of her cunt. Barbara then straightened up and extended her finger, now glistening with the juice of Dianna's anxiousness, to her husband's lips. The man, Bill, licked at the oily fluid, then, smiling, said something to Dee. Dianna replied, and the three laughed. Pam was now bending over, her toga lifted up over her pert rear as another couple examined her pussy from behind, the man and woman running their hands over her ass and between her legs as she held herself open for their inspection. The man's fingers had disappeared up into her young-willing cunt, and her asscheeks rotated in invitation for their further probing.
There had been building in the room a heavy, almost touchable sexual tension, and now what was essentially a period of teasing and fondling only added to the dense sexual mist. I rode a lightning-like rush as one couple examined Dianna, their eager fingers exploring the sweeping curves and crests of her bosom; I felt the sticky wetness as a warm pearl of semen seeped from the head of my cock as the man's fingers pulled the lips of her cunt open so that his wife could insert her own red-tipped fingers up into Dianna's snatch. Dee was squirming now, and, opening her eyes, she turned her head back over her shoulder and watched as the two members finished their pleasure. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, the blue, normally pale, now bright and piercing.
The "receiving line" continued, each of the member couples spending a few minutes each with the two applicants. In each case, the introductions were by a fondling, gentle discovery, both the men and women satisfying their curiosity about the newcomers' potential. Dianna's pussy was glistening pink with the flow of her anticipation, and both Rich and I watched as a slow golden stream of Pam's oily juices flowed down her thigh.
Several times during the introductions the couples, after they had met Pam and Dianna, would drift over to the bar, joining Rich and me. Everyone was speaking quietly, and finished off their drinks as the line finally drew to an end.
As the couple finished with their introductions, Linda and Vivian led Pam and Dianna from the room, back down the hallway where, I presumed, they would each eventually be taken to their two separate rooms. My cock, aching with its hardness, grew almost numb with the strain as I envisioned the next part of the ritual.
Rich and I talked together as we, along with the members, waited while the two women were given a half-hour to rest and prepare themselves for what Ron had called their "performances." Pam's husband had given up in his attempt to hide the huge bulge in his pants, and his voice was almost cracking with anxious, exciting dread. Pam had looked especially good as the men, many of them old enough to be her father, took great delight in the young-girl firmness of her breasts and buttocks. She had reacted well to the teasing, spreading her thighs and holding herself open for the members' examinations. Rich had told me earlier that this was to be his wife's first experience with group sex, and like Dianna, she seemed to be enjoying being part of the center of attention.
More minutes passed, until I felt a touch at my elbow. I turned to find Linda and Vivian's breasts as she told us that Pam and Dianna were ready, and that it was time for the two of us to take our places for the first performance. Vivian took my hand and led me to the door; Linda and Rich followed behind us. I sensed the members forming a line behind us as I was escorted into Dianna's room.
The bedroom was square in shape and of medium size. A large bed stood against the far wall; a small table had been placed on the left side of the bed, at its head. Chairs had been arranged around the bed, with a large, heavily upholstered chair at the head of the bed on its right side. Vivian had me sit in the chair, and then she remained there, standing back just to my right. The members began filing silently into the room, no one speaking, only the occasional snapping of the large thick candle on the side table breaking the silence. The dark red candle provided the only light in the room, and its flame cast everyone and everything in a soft, warm glow.
Dianna was on the bed, spread on her back. Her toga had been left open on top, and her huge breasts, tipped in the hard, dark red of her anticipation, slowly rose and fell with each of her breaths. The pale-blue material rested over the mound of her pussy, and, with her legs spread, canopied over the exposed slippery pink flesh of her cunt. A large cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her to arch a bit up off the mattress. Her thighs were spread over each side of the pillow, and the golden shadows of the candle and the blue of her gown on the deep brown of her own tanned body seemed to all melt together, down into the pure whiteness of the satin sheet that stretched tightly over the mattress. Once the allotted number of members had filed into the room, the door was closed, isolating our small private world even farther from the reality outside. At the same instant, a switch was thrown. A small light fixture snapped to work, its lensed bulb beaming down upon the ready body directly below a curtain of light-blue shadows, its slowly shifting color adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. There seemed to be no sound, no movement, no motion in the room at all as Dianna lay perfectly still on her back, her eyes closed, waiting for some private secret signal to begin her performance.
The stillness became almost unbearable until finally Dianna began to move her hands to her breasts. Her fingers found her nipples, and, her eyes closed, began to pinch and tease at the hard red rosettes; my cock stiffened back to full length as Dianna's hands caressed the softness of her bosom as she gently moved the huge, round cloudlike mounds in great circles, forcing their shifting curves first to her left, then to her right. Her head was resting on a second white-covered pillow, and she stretched her head forward as her hands held her left breast; her tongue darted out as she held the nipple to her mouth, and she teased and licked at it as we watched.
Her tongue satisfied for the moment, her hands released her breast, and slowly, deliberately, her fingers traced their way over the tight flat expanse of her belly and gently found the warm moistness of her pussy. Her fingers pulled apart her lips, and she arched up off the cushion as she exposed her pink glistening wetness to those gathered around the bed.
With the fingers of her right hand, she pulled the lips of her cunt wider. My breath quickened as I noticed a rivulet of her juices overflowing from her tight darkness and falling onto the white satin of the sheet below, a dark stain forming to mark each drop. One of the men at the foot of the bed bent down and forward, his face almost level with the surface of the bed, staring up between Dianna's open thighs and into her cunt. He reached out and pushed her legs farther apart, and I felt my balls jerk involuntarily as he held her open for all to see.
Lost in my own private whirling world, and dripping with the anticipation of providing the feast for the hungry audience, Dianna, her eyes still closed, inserted first one finger up into her pussy, and then a second; she remained motionless for a moment, then began a pumping motion with her hand, her wetness making lush sucking sounds as her fingers teased at the growing, demanding desire deep within her.
With the passage of each second, Dianna's movements became more and more pronounced; her breathing had quickened, and her fingers moved back and forth with a steadily increasing urgency.
One of the women who had been sitting facing the left side of the bed stood up; she stepped to the bed, and, as Dianna's hand continued it's thrusting, she began to float her hands delicately over Dianna's body, tracing the lines of the fleshy curves from one soft treasure to another, her fingertips exploring and discovering as they moved. Bob, who had been hidden in the shadows also moved to the bed, and his hands began their own discovery of the sweep of Dianna's thighs, as they led up and finally united into the waiting moist softness of her pussy. Dianna's fingers met Bob's; she slowly withdrew her hand from between the lips of her cunt, then arched as Bob's hand took its place. More hands found the inside of Dianna's thighs as Bob pushed two fingers up into her vaginal opening; Dee arched high up off the pillow to accept his probing. Another set of fingers reached between her lips, stretching her pussy wide; another man pushed her legs back, and suddenly hands were on her ass, fingers running over the crest of the delightful cheeks; a woman I recognized as Susan had reclined on the bed next to Dianna, and had reached around and under Dianna, her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass as Bob held her legs open and back.
I watched as another man dipped his digits into a small crystal bowl of thick clear oil; he approached the bed and bent down over Dianna's legs to reach between her thighs. His face was only a few inches from Dianna's spread cunt; his fingers snaked down between the cheeks of her ass. Dianna moaned loudly as he rubbed the slippery glop into her anus; a second loud moan followed as he pushed his finger down into her tightness.
Dianna leaned her head forward and opened her eyes. Her stare found that of the lover probing her ass, and she smiled, then again rested her head back on the pillow. Samantha, Bob's wife, lowered her mouth to Dianna's, their tongues meeting as Sam's hands played over her now slightly trembling boobs.
More minutes passed, and then the man kneeling between Dianna's thighs withdrew his fingers from her ass; as other hands continued their gentle frenzied assault on her cunt, a man who had been introduced to me earlier in the evening as Frank approached the bed.
It was not until Frank had knelt upon the bed directly between Dianna's knees that I saw the long white plastic vibrator he was holding in his right hand. Sam took it from him and, while everyone in the room waited, coated the very long dildo with a heavy film of the oil. Samantha handed the device back to Frank, and, as Bob again stretched Dianna's legs open, he inserted the hard plastic prick up into Dianna's cunt. I watched from my chair as Dianna strained to accept the entire length of the fake penis, until finally only the last two inches protruded from between her labia. The exposed end of the dildo jerked twice, then once again, as Dianna's cunt involuntarily convulsed against the sudden fullness. Those around the bed watched in silent appreciation as Frank stepped back, leaving Dianna on the bed alone.
Dianna, her arm and legs stretched wide, began to writhe against the satin of the sheet. Susan stepped back over to the mattress and twisted the switch on the vibrator, and suddenly it was trembling and alive as it buried its unyielding head into her wet hot fleshy grasp. Everyone in the room watched silently as Dianna squirmed and bucked and arched in front of them.
"I love watching Dianna." I turned to my left to find Vivian whispering into my ear. "She looks so good," she continued, her lips against my ear, her voice a soft panting.
I turned to the side a bit more; Vivian had unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her magnificent breasts. She held the two huge clouds of luscious creamy flesh in her hands, inches from my face. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, dipped in cinnamon, and my tongue flicked out at the one nearest me. She moaned softly as I sucked the diamond-hard tip into my mouth, turning to her right and pushing more of her breast into my face. Still sitting, I reached between her legs; her cunt was flowing, and had stained the fabric of her skirt with her own juices. The lips of her pussy were open and ready, and I pushed two fingers up into her tightness. She squatted down on my hand, driving my digits deeper and deeper within her. My tongue and mouth continued to tease at her breasts as I reached farther and farther into her.
I turned back to my left to find that Frank, still standing at the side of the bed, was now naked. His cock was long and thick, standing out stiffly from his body. A short strand of preseminal fluid seeped out from his cock and fell onto Dianna's thigh. Frank raised his left leg up and climbed onto the bed. Dianna's eyes opened at the movement, and she watched as Frank moved between her thighs, the head of his cock a few inches from her cunt. Dianna's pussy was still stuffed full of the long white plastic cock, its shaft still buzzing with its electric energy. Frank reached between her legs and slowly pulled the dildo from the soft wet clutches of her cunt. Dianna lifted up off the cushion as the sex toy was withdrawn, affording everyone in the room a clear view as the glistening wet plastic prick was pulled from her. Dee moaned at the sudden emptiness, whispering something that only she could understand.
Frank waited for a minute or two, his hands grabbing and caressing Dianna's great breasts. Dee had again closed her eyes, and she squirmed against the sensually smooth surface of the satin sheets, every one of her movements and reactions watched intently by the members of The Group gathered around the bed. Just as I thought that Frank could wait no longer, he moved backwards a few inches on the bed and then, his hands on Dianna's thighs, forced her to turn back over onto her stomach. He positioned her so that her stomach rested on the large cushion beneath her, forcing her ass high into the air. After she had turned over, he pulled her thighs open wide, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy to those sitting around the bed. He then took the white plastic dildo and, the fingers of one hand pulling the lips of her cunt open, he gently pushed the shaft back into her sexual recesses. Dianna raised herself up even higher to accept the invader, and Frank pressed the entire length of the device into her depths.
Frank got up off the bed, again leaving Dianna alone on the mattress. We all watched as her ass began to rotate; At Frank's touch, the vibrator hummed louder, and minutes passed as Dianna, impaled on the dildo and exposed for all to see, climbed back to the heights of her orgasm. Her whispered pleadings became more and more demanding as she moved against the pressure of the plastic cock; she reached her arms back and, her fingers finding the crest of her hips, she pulled the cheeks of her ass open, gasping out her desperate invitations.
"Oh . . . Jesus . . . please fuck me ... please . . . fuck me... fill me. . . ."
Nancy and I had both turned our attention to Dianna, watching her along with all of the others in the room. Viv had knelt down in front of me, and as Dianna begged those watching her to have their way with her, Vivian's fingers had pulled my penis from my pants and, turning to face me had lowered her mouth around my cock. As I watched Dianna on the bed in front of us, I could feel drops of my fluid seeping into Vivian's mouth as she sucked. I alternated my attention between Dianna, alone and writhing on the bed, and Viv, her pretty head buried in the shadows of my crotch, pumping her mouth up and down over my cock.
Although none of the observers had said a word, I noticed that two of the women had been stripped of their clothes, and both were being fondled and teased by several of the men as they watched Dianna perform. One of the two females was leaning over the bed, her head just inches from Dianna, as Jack drove his cock into her cunt from behind.
Vivian's talented tongue had played my prick until it ached with the heavy pressure of my cum. My belly muscles were hard and my thighs began to tremble with the effort as I strained for control.
Frank was back on the bed between Dianna's thighs. Once again, he withdrew the vibrator from her cunt. Moving forward a few inches and grasping Dianna's breasts in his hands, he lowered himself down onto her until the great purple ball of the head of his cock nudged against the lips of her cunt. As I watched, he mounted her, forcing his shaft down into her sopping pink hole, her entrance gaping open in ready invitation. She groaned as he drove farther and farther into her, until his balls were pressed against the crest of her ass. Almost immediately, Dianna began to buck back and forth against him, holding her ass high, her thighs spread and open.
My mind, at least for the immediately passing three or four minutes, had been completely captured by Dianna as, filled with Frank's cock, she soared back to the limits of her control. Suddenly, Viv released my prick from the tight clutching of her mouth. She looked up at me with a slightly apologetic smile.
"One of the rules," she whispered, her lips now at my ear, "is that the husbands can't cum until after the two performances."
She saw the look in my eyes as she pushed my cock back into my pants. "Don't worry, you've got the whole night in front of you."
I fell back against the rear of my chair just as Frank groaned loudly. I turned my eyes from Vivian back to the bed. Two of the women had taken Dee's thighs and pulled them wide, while one of the men had moved up to the head of the bed and was holding Dianna around the shoulders. Frank's body suddenly became motionless for a few brief seconds and, at the same time that Dianna, perspiration now glistening against the brown tan of her flesh, fell into the unstoppable fall of her orgasm, Frank, the demands of his own release overwhelming his efforts, erupted into her, spurting out his thick creamy excitement into her accepting wet cunt.
Those in the room watched, fascinated, as the two lovers dropped through the rush of their shared climax together, their gasping and moaning filling the room as they struggled for their own joined release. What seemed like minutes passed; everyone in the room watched the two lovers as if hypnotized, their wet breathing sounds the only noise in the room.
Frank had continued his fucking of Dianna, and she had continued her acceptance. As Frank's cock maintained its jerking, spasmodic dance deep down within the very depths of Dianna's cunt, Dianna's cunt, in turn, continued it's convulsing sucking against the probing of Frank's cock.
Frank, his rushing tide finally contained, withdrew slowly from Dianna's pussy. At the same time another man stepped from the shadows of the far corner of the room and to the bed. He was naked, and his prick, hard and straining, was awesome in it length. Like a long hard-sprung pipe, the mammoth organ strained out from his body, the head wide and rounded, flushed deep purple with its own anticipation. Dianna had opened her eyes and turned her head back behind her; I watched as her eyes widened at her new man's unbelievable length. She turned her head back to the dark, ornately carved headboard, her face down against her pillow. Reaching back with her hands, she pulled her pussy open, at the same time holding her cunt high in the air. She forced the still-twitching muscles of her cunt to relax and open as they continued to jerk in the orgasm she had shared with Frank. The man got up onto the bed and moved between her legs. Slowly, he pushed the head of his prick down into the slippery wet crevice of her pussy; she arched up as he pressed his giant shaft gently down into her lush wet cunt. Dianna moaned as he slid into her, then, with a loudly whispered gasp, again tumbled into her ongoing climax, bucking and rocking, her pussy stuffed full with her huge lover. The man rode her, and soon, signaled by his own rapid gasping, his cock exploded into her, his semen showering down into her moist and steaming depths. She writhed and twisted as she rode him, impaled on his fat convulsing spear. His gushing cum soon filled her, and those of us around the bed watched as the love juices of her two lovers overflowed from Dianna's cunt, spilling out from between her lips and dripping in white opaque sticky trails down her thighs. Her partner pumped into her, his arms around her waist, holding her to him, her ass hard against the muscled flatness of his belly, spewing his hot white stream into her even as she overflowed, the sex sauces of the two darkening the white satin of the sheet beneath them.
More minutes passed and the two rode each other. Others in the room were leaning over Dianna, holding her gently, often caressing her, teasing her, as her man fucked her. Then finally he finished with her, just as Dianna had used her last reserve of energy in playing out her release. The man withdrew his cock from her, the shaft making loud sucking sounds as he pulled it from her vaginal recesses. His prick shimmered with his cum and that of Frank, as well as with the oily stickiness of Dianna's own juices.
The two collapsed into a tangle; those who had observed the performance relaxed, and there seemed to be an almost instantaneous rush of tension from the room, like pressured air escaping from the open valve of a balloon. The shadows of the candle and the overhead light continued to play and dance over the two motionless bodies of the exhausted performers. A switch clicked in the stillness, and the overhead blue beam was extinguished, leaving the room to the erratic jumping golden light of the candle; the door to the room was opened, and the gloom was lightened by the dim lighting out in the hallway. Without being told, the members, now quickly dressed, filed quietly out of the room. Vivian, her great breasts once again half-hidden by the material of her blouse, motioned to me with her eyes that I was to follow the others. I got up out of my chair and looked over at Dianna. She and her partner were still together on the mattress, their minds lost in the light napping sleep of the anxiously weary exhaustion that enveloped the two of them.
CHAPTER FOUR
I turned and followed the members out of the room.
I ordered a drink from the bar and then stepped through a set of four white framed tall French doors which led from the living room out to a large square brick patio. The patio was elevated about ten feet above the lawn as it stretched out from the house like a close-cropped green carpet. A stand of tall old trees lined the property just outside the brick wall that ran the perimeter. The sky was clear; the moon had appeared low on the horizon, full and ice-cold white, and its craggy surface staring down into the blackness of the night. The scent of honeysuckle perfumed the balmy moist air.
I took my drink and headed for the far corner. The night air breezed gently against my face, refreshing and cool. I found a quiet place and sat down on the three-foot-high wall that bordered the deck. I gulped down half the drink, really more from thirst than anything else. My shirt was soaked with perspiration, and the night wind sent chills up my back. I had about thirty minutes to fill before the second of the two performances, and I knew that my mind, still filled with visions of Dianna writhing and bucking under Frank and then under her second lover, her curves and treasures covered with gently caressing, softly demanding hands, her flesh traced by the fingers of those around the bed as they and others examined and inspected her as if they were children newly presented with a new outrageous toy, needed some quiet and some rest.
My thoughts shifted as I wondered what was happening to Dianna now. I knew that Vivian would be with her, making certain that she got at least a few minutes to rest, maybe staying with her as her mind and body relaxed and recovered. 1 knew also that Dianna had enjoyed the first portion of the ritual immensely. Though not an obsession, and certainly not anything beyond the simple search for physical pleasure, her own attitude toward her own undeniable beauty was one of simple acceptance. She had no difficulty in admitting that, through no effort of her own, she had been given great physical beauty, and early on she had resolved to enjoy that beauty to the greatest extent possible.
Pleasantly vain, her pride in her appearance forced the development of, first, her continuing constant efforts to maintain and improve upon her looks and, second, an almost single-minded effort to experience every feeling, every pleasure that her body could provide. Dianna reveled in being the center of attention, in displaying her physical gifts, in showing off the great sexual expertise that she had acquired. She was a hedonist through and through, and she made no effort to hide that fact. Whatever there was to do, she wanted to sample it at least once.
As I had watched her being examined and eaten and fucked on the bed only a few minutes before, her movements, her sounds, her eyes had shouted out the fact that everything that had been done to her she had enjoyed.
And just as I knew that she had accepted the fucking with open unabashed enthusiasm, I also knew that now, even as she was allowed her short rest, her needs were anticipating the experiences that awaited her when the ritual resumed.
I took another swallow on my drink, the iced liquid feeling good as it washed down my throat. I checked my watch; a little over twenty minutes remained of this break. I took a joint from a nearby table and lit up. Sitting on the short patio wall, I watched the other couples as they came and went from the living room to the patio and back again. Although I was alone in my dark little corner, there were, at any one time, maybe eight or nine members out enjoying the night air. Grouped in twos and threes, they spoke quietly, their hushed words blending into the other muted sounds of the night.
I turned to my right, and over by the back wall stood a group of three men surrounding what had to be the most physically striking woman I had ever seen. She must have arrived at the party after I had been shown into Dianna's room because I knew that I would certainly have remembered her.
She was several inches taller than anyone else on the patio, maybe six-four or six-five. Her skin was a deep rich brown; and her coloring, along with the shining black of her long straight hair, as well as that of her eyes, betrayed what appeared and what I later was told, was her Polynesian heritage. Although extremely tall, and although a large woman, her belly was incredibly flat, sweeping down from her full, very round breasts to the tight, almost tiny circle of her waist. Her thighs were curved and fleshy, though at the same time firm. She wore nothing under her low-cut blouse and ankle-length skirt, and a small black triangle marked the rise of her mound. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and, her overall size notwithstanding, she lent a theme of delicacy and sensuality. She was, simply, a giant's portion of beautiful woman.
The four were speaking together. The man standing closest to her appeared to be her husband. He was as light as his wife was dark, with sandy red hair. Though at least half a foot shorter than the woman next to him, his shoulders were broad, his arms muscular.
One of the remaining two men, both of whom I had already met earlier, made a comment and the woman, whose name I later learned to be Tamara, laughed, her teeth flashing against her copper darkness like brilliant white pearls. Then she said something in reply, to which her husband, David, and the other two men smiled. Slowly, she then turned her back on the three so that she was facing the outside of the patio. Leaning down, her arms extended, she braced herself against the top of the short wall, a foot or two directly in front of her. Even bent at the waist as she now was, Tamara remained taller than the men gathered around her. David, a bright smile playing on his lips, reached down and pulled her long dress up over her delectable ass, exposing her to his two friends and everyone else then on the patio. The other conversations around me ceased as all eyes turned toward the fascinating display. David told the woman to spread her legs apart, and she did so; Tamara had turned her head back over her shoulders, and, the smile still stretching at her lips, watched David as he spoke to the two men next to him. His voice was soft, and I had to strain to hear what he was saying.
"Now, John," David said to one of the two other men, "I want to show you something really unbelievable. Truly unique, you might say. And I'm certain that Tamara would like to show you her, uh, somewhat unusual talent. Wouldn't you like to show John and Ted your trick, Tamara?"
Tamara said yes, that she thought the two men might find her talent quite interesting. She turned her head back to the wall, her eyes now staring down at the bricks of the deck beneath her feet. She adjusted the position of her hands against the top of the wall, and then spread her legs open wider. My eyes glimpsed her pussy, the pink flesh of her cunt gleaming out against the brown of her skin. Her ass, also a deep and rich copper color, was perfectly curved and very inviting.
"John, I'd like you to take your finger and put it up between the lips of Tamara's cunt."
Without hesitation, John placed his finger between the waiting labia.
"John, now, take your hand away and Ted, put your fingers where John's had been." Ted, like John, did as he was instructed.
"Good. Now, Ted, you, too, remove your finger, and then both you and John step back a couple of feet, over here." David motioned to a spot on the rough red bricks directly behind his woman.
"John, Ted, was Tamara's pussy all moist, at all wet?"
Both men answered no, that in fact Tamara's pussy was absolutely dry.
"Perfectly dry?"
"Perfectly dry," John answered.
By this time the attention of everyone on the patio was fixed on the strange conversation taking place against the wall.
"Tamara," David said, addressing his wife. "Are you looking forward to being fucked tonight by my two friends here?"
Tamara, her head still down, answered. "Yes, yes. I'm very anxious for your friends to fuck me tonight."
"Does the thought of being used by John and Ted excite you?"
"Yes. The thought excites me very much. Very much."
"I'd like to see, and I'm certain that my friends would like to see, just how excited you really are."
Tamara, still bending at the waist, lifted her head back over her shoulder, her eyes fixing first on John, then Ted, and then finally David.
"I want to do whatever it is that you want. . . you know that . . ." Tamara answered, her words tinged with just a bit of what I assumed to be an English accent.
Keeping her eyes on David's and spreading her thighs apart by about three more inches, she smiled. Suddenly, the lips of her pussy pulled apart. One of those watching the unfolding drama from across the room gasped as her lips opened fully by efforts entirely their own. As the crevice of her cunt widened, her thighs trembled, and then slowly the petals of her cunt drew again together. Four or five seconds passed, and once more, her pussy opened; the bright pink flesh called out to be touched, and I could feel my cock rising up to its stiff full length.
David's words broke the stillness. "But Tamara, you said that you were excited, but just a few seconds ago, both Ted and John found your pussy to be dry, I think that we'd all like to see just how wet you can get."
Tamara's eyes closed half-shut. "All right, John."
She returned to her original position, her back to the men, bent at the waist, braced against the top of the wall, the copper crest of her ass high, her thighs wide open, her head straining to reach the ground between her bare brown feet.
The lips of her pussy convulsed, and suddenly the exposed pink flesh of her cunt began to glimmer with an oily golden flow as the juices of her somehow provoked excitement began to seep from her depths, spilling out slowly. The glow grew more and more noticeable until it began to form into amber slippery pearl drops, rising from the peaking arch of her labia, then hanging for a brief few seconds, growing quickly, then finally falling to the red brick floor of the patio between her legs. The scent of her musk began to mix with the heavy air of the night,
David motioned to Ted with his eyes, and Ted, understanding at once, reached into Tamara's cunt then, his finger coated with her tide, brought his fingers to his lips.
"Jesus, she's so sweet... her oil's so thick and slippery." Ted finished licking at Tamara's fluids. David smiled.
Then Tamara, as her oils continued to drip from her cunt, moaned softly. The lips of her pussy began to jerk in convulsion, ripening to full acceptance, then quickly closing, then opening, then closing again, on and on, as if her sopping entrance had a life of its own, inviting those watching into its lush moist grip. Her juices made soft squishing sucking sounds as the pressure of her lips increased and decreased against the pink moist flesh. No one had touched her since David had told her to show us what he had quite accurately called her "special talent," and her display was unbelievable. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have the lips of her cunt clutch at me with their wet spasmodic movements, holding me, then releasing me, then grabbing me again as I gushed out into her dripping hot cunt. My balls felt heavier and heavier as they surged with my want, until finally David, although with some hesitation, brought the drama to a halt.
"All right, Tamara, my love. Yes, I see you've become quite wet. My, you are wet, aren't you?"
"Yes, David, I'm . . . ready, very ready. . ."
David reached over to her and pulled her dress back over her ass. Tamara straightened up slowly;
her smile was still on her lips, her breathing had immediately slowed to a normal pace, her manner calm and as if what had just occurred had been only the bizarre visions of those around her.
The four resumed their conversation as before, talking quietly, and the other members on the patio returned to their own hushed thoughts. I noticed, however, that Tamara's performance had left its mark, increasing the sexual tension of those who had observed her all-too-brief display. As if incited by the woman's compliant, anxious willingness to carry out the wishes and pleasures of her man, Samantha, her blouse pulled down around her waist, her exquisitely full breasts exposed, leaned back against the frame of the patio door as her husband Bob and another sucked hungrily at each of her nipples, the four hands of the men pawing over the softness of her breasts as a third man sampled with his twisting, probing finger the pink slippery flesh of her cunt. Just beyond the patio, out on the closely manicured green of the lawn, another woman, naked and spread on her back, moaned softly into the night as members Bill and Jack licked together at her willing, wet cunt, and from somewhere on the lawn beyond them, I heard the soft gasping whispers of the voice I recognized as that of Barbara as she rode her love partner's cock in the darkness.
The joint I had been smoking just before Tamara began her show had, after being ignored for several minutes, given out. I relit the doobie, took a long hit, then another, and finally a third. Another suck on my drink, one more hit, and then Ron and Viv stood at the doorway, announcing that the second part of the ritual was about to begin and that we should now adjourn to the second bedroom. Forming a loose, informal line, those members who had been out on the patio began to walk slowly back through the tall French doors into the living room. Then, depending upon which bedroom they had been in during the previous performance, they found their way into the opposite woman's room. Vivian had motioned for me to follow her, and I waited with her as the members filed by us.
"Dianna's fine," she whispered into my ear. "She told me to tell you that she's enjoying every second of this. How about you?"
"God, are you kidding," I replied, my mind encountering almost impossible odds in ignoring the fact that about forty-five minutes ago this beautiful woman next to me had taken the entire length of my aching cock into her mouth and was apparently willing, perhaps eager, to probe my wet release into her mouth.
"I love this, I can't believe I'm here," I told her.
She laughed softly. "I know."
I followed Vivian, who followed the other members back through the living room, then down the long hall which led to the two bedrooms being used by Dianna and Pam as the fantasy theater for their performances. The rules of The Group called for the husbands of each applicant to attend, after the first hour, the performance of the other applicant, but not his wife, for the second.
I followed those who ushered themselves into Pam's dark bedroom.
The room was similar to Dianna's, perhaps a few square feet larger. Like Dianna's, this room was dark, lit only by a candle burning next to the bed. The bed was set with its large wooden headboard up against the opposite wall, and it was also large. The mattress had been covered in a black satin, as were several cushions and pillows scattered about its surface.
In the middle of the bed was Pam, her young eighteen-year-old body spread open as she lay on her back. As with Dianna, a cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her pussy, its light covering of sandy white down visible through the light fabric of her toga, high up into the air. The lips of her young cunt were open slightly, and the fresh pink flesh of her insides was still red and glistening from her introductory efforts of less than an hour before. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep.
No one spoke as the members filled the room. I found myself standing against the wall opposite the bed, looking directly up between Pam's tender teenage thighs.
I thought for a moment of Dianna, alone on her bed in the next room, and the anticipation that I knew that she must be feeling right at that moment.
Someone closed the door and at the same time a light snapped on, bathing the delectable Pam in a flood of slowly drifting red light.
Pam looked so inviting as she remained motionless on the bed. Her nipples, stiff and hard and red, and the slippery pink glistening flesh between her legs were the only signs that she was not, in fact, asleep. Because she looked so young and fresh, she appeared so terribly vulnerable as she waited while our eyes feasted on her.
Linda stood by the head of the bed, just as Vivian had attended Dianna's first performance. Linda's dark hair and features merged into the shadows, the light of the candle occasionally flitting across her huge breasts.
A few more minutes passed in total silence until finally Pam's hands began creeping down over her belly, until her fingers found the soft rise of her mound. She pulled the hem of the toga up to her waist, completely exposing herself to those in the room. She pulled the lips of her pussy back; her tight round entrance glimmered with her oils in the light, and it was apparent that the excitement she had experienced an hour earlier had remained alive within her. She reached between her labia with two long fingers and gently grasped her clitoris, pinching it lightly between her fingertips. The tiny red button was swollen with anticipation, and she pulled it up so that it peeked out from between the lips of her cunt. Ker fingers began rubbing the mini erection slowly, the motion of her teasing almost a slow full circle as she pinched on the throbbing bit of slippery flesh, at the same time pulling it up, pushing it down, moving it from side to side. The thin chasm of her cunt widened as she continued, the muscles in her thighs trembling as she moved toward that psychic point where she could abandon all concern of control and throw her body into its own autonomous search for complete, consuming release. Her clitoris continued to swell as she caressed it, until its bright red tip protruded up from between her lips, full and firm with her anxiousness.
She moaned loudly, her probing pinching fingers apparently discovering a particularly sensitive spot.
Bob and one other man whose name I couldn't recall stepped from where they had been standing against the wall. They approached the bed from opposite sides and, each holding one of Pam's marvelously shaped thighs, pulled her legs apart, holding her open while she kept her efforts concentrated on her now-pulsating button.
I watched the sexy young girl as the minutes passed by. The darkness surrounding the bed, the fact that the only real illumination in the room was concentrated on the girl as she writhed at her own exploration, enhanced her total exposure and surrender, just as the concentration of those in a theater is almost compulsively drawn to the moving shifting illuminated images on the screen. The air in the room was close, and as Pam's juices began to flow more and more rapidly, I caught the scent of her excitement, slightly musk, slightly honeysuckle, very nice and very light. Her fingers were moving back and forth over her wetness, now, and her moans, young and anxious, drifted from the bed. The two men continued to hold her legs open as everyone watched.
Bob, one hand still holding her leg out, stretched over to the small table and picked up a large, slightly circular, cone-shaped rubber vibrator. At the nose of the cone the circumference was small, but the rubber extended backwards several inches, until at its widest point it appeared to be almost three inches in diameter. From this, its fattest point, it stretched another two inches in a narrow tube. From the end of the tubular portion extended a thin white-coated wire, at the end of which was a small, white plastic control.
Pam kept at her clitoris, pinching and rubbing as the second man, his fingertip globbed with a big round glimmering dollop of warmed oil, rubbed the gooey stuff between the cheeks of her ass. Pam arched up at his touch, holding herself so as to be able to accept all of the oil he offered.
I'm certain my thoughts were echoing those of everyone else in the room. It was unthinkable that this young girl could take the huge plug all the way into her, her tight ripe rectum accepting the fat rubber dildo beyond her ability.
Two women moved to her shoulders, lowering themselves down to the bed, their lips finding her stiff pink nipples, their hands and arms pressing Pam down against the mattress. Ron moved out of the shadows, holding a large thick pillow-like cushion, which he slipped between Pam and the pillow already beneath her, forcing her rear end up even higher so that it might be better displayed. The second man had two of his fingers already in the girl as Ron, now kneeling at the foot of the bed, held her buttocks apart.
With her shoulders pinned to the mattress by the two women sucking at her nipples, her legs held spread open by the men, her pussy elevated high in display and exposed to her own desperate fingers, and her ass held open by Bob and teased by a second man, Pam began a twisting, squirming slide past the wet hot limits of her consciousness. She tensed as the second man replaced his fingers with the nose of the plug; he held it between the cheeks of her ass for a moment or two, the now-buzzing tip pressed against her tight dark opening. Slowly, he pressed the nose into her; she forced herself to relax against the constantly increasing pressure as her audience silently watched her take the first two inches into her anus. The man paused again, waiting as the girl became accustomed to the unfamiliar fullness. Then, very slowly, very gently, he resumed his probe, forcing the widening shaft up into her.
She whimpered softly, almost to herself, as the device stuffed into her, stretching the tight tunnel of her ass as it made its way up into her darkness.
Seconds passed, and I found it both difficult to watch the girl being stretched and stuffed with the bizarre dildo and, at the same time, exciting to watch her being used in this way. I watched as her partners probed and explored her, the seeping of her flow from between the lips of her cunt betraying the fact that her young lithe body was reveling in her passive accepting vulnerability.
The men stretched and probed her; Pam groaned loudly as the fattest portion of the dildo was somehow pushed into her. She then lay still, forcing her labored breathing back to almost normal. My cock was hard and stiff, and ached to experience the girl's body in place of the thick wide rubber cock that was now protruding out from between her cheeks, the thin white wire dangling down from between her legs and over the cushions until it disappeared into the small white control packet nestled in Bob's hand.
The woman on her right released Pam's nipple from her mouth and, taking a second vibrator from the table next to her�this one long and thin�leaned down over Pam's belly and, again as the girl was held open, inserted the dildo up into her gash. Pam strained as the twin fullness stretched into her, twisting and arching against the awesome pressure.
Then the two women stepped back from her, and Bob and the second man stood off to the side, still holding her legs open. Every eye in the room bored into the straining pink flesh between her legs, the lips of her cunt now beginning to convulse slightly around the vibrator as it jutted out at us.
A woman whom I had met earlier in the evening stepped in front of me silently, facing the bed. She teased back against me. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her back against me. My cock, hard and stiff after watching the young girl on the bed, rubbed against the rising and falling of the softness of her ass. She wore only a thin summer dress and blouse, and as the head of my prick pressed over her, I discovered that her wetness had drenched the soft print material. My hands found her breasts; I dug my fingers into them as I thrust and rubbed against her. She squatted down a bit, her thighs opening, and as Pam writhed against the pressure of the twin invaders, I released her breast and brought my hand down over her ass, then reached under her, my hand now sliding over the wet slippery flesh between her thighs.
"Go up inside of me ... up into my cunt. . ." the woman whispered into my ear.
Her hands reached backwards, finding the zipper of my pants. Never stopping the more and more desperate movements against me, and never taking her eyes off Pam as the woman twisted on the bed in front of us, my partner freed my cock from the prison of my pants. I tensed as I felt her fingers encircle my shaft; quickly, she guided it up between her labia and then up into the tight wet grasp of her cunt.
The woman's pussy was hot and wet, and I strained to go higher and higher into her tightness.
Pam's moaning now filled the room; several of the others in the room had stepped over to the bed and were caressing and pawing her as the young girl on the vast square expanse of the bed, still held open, the plug stiffening her anus, the dildo protruding from her cunt, soared into her climax. Held down by two women at her shoulders, her arms now pinned back against the smooth satin sheets, she squirmed and twisted against the constantly buzzing probe.
The room was warm, and the air heavy with the young woman's sweet musky scent. My partner in the shadows began to move on my prick, her ass rotating in tiny circles, her cunt clenching my cock in its soft wet grip. My mind, spinning with the moist warm air in the room and the visions of Pam as she hungrily accepted whatever those around her wished to do with her, rode the crest of a dope-triggered rush.
And then, just as Vivian had done earlier, during Dianna's first performance, my new woman stepped up and pulled her cunt from around my prick. She turned to face me, pushing her stiff jutting nipples into my chest.
"Not yet... save your hot cum for me... later . . . after this performance ... I want you to fuck me."
She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth for a few all-too-short seconds, and then stepped back into the shadows against the wall. I forced my dick back into the restricting confines of the material of my pants.
More minutes passed as Pam struggled until finally Bob leaned over and pulled the invisibly trembling vibrator from her pussy. Pam arched up as he slid it from her, whimpering as he emptied her.
The woman whom I had been fucking only a few moments before caught Bob's silent gesture, and approached the foot of the bed. Lowering herself down to the mattress, she moved her head up until her mouth pressed against Pam's box. The young girl's pussy, already stretched open by the vibrator, waited for the woman's tongue, which immediately slid up into her as my former partner pressed her face into Pam. Two hands grasped Pam's pussy, one coming from the left side of the bed, the other coming from the right. The fingers reached into the slippery young pink flesh in the narrow vault of her vagina and pulled her open. Pam groaned and arched up at the sensation of the three pressures, the fingers pulling her cunt open from opposite sides, the woman between her thighs who was pressing her face into her now-sopping pussy, the hungry mouth licking and drinking at her juices. Her three lovers flung her out into her orgasm, her body tensing as she came, her thighs shuddering to echo her pussy's convulsions, her flat belly stiffening until she thought that she might shatter like a pane of glass.
Pam arched up high and, her ass pulled wide open, I remembered the huge plug that still continued its electric stretching of her rectum.
The young girl, her freshness enhancing the eroticism that was drenching over everyone in the room, whipped farther and farther into her climax, her vulnerability completely accepting the all-encompassing fucking. As I watched, the man I recognized as Tamara's husband, Ted, climbed onto the bed and swung his left leg over Pam's belly, straddling her just above her stomach. He was naked, and his cock stretched out into the soft-walled valley between Pam's luscious young breasts. Reaching down, he pressed them together, sandwiching his schlong between their softness. Slowly, his balls dragging down over her belly, he began thrusting his long hard shaft between her globes, the purple head jutting through the valley on every forward motion, stopping just inches from Pam's mouth before retreating back between her breasts. Pam, now completely lost as she fell through the black tumbling void of her release groaned loudly; Ted's back stiffened, and then, just as the purple head of his prick came to within an inch of Pam's pretty face, he erupted, spurting out his semen in great white creamy globules, covering the young girl's mouth and chin and neck and breasts with opaque strings of his cum, limp over the curves and crests of her boobs, shimmering under the wet white pearls. His cock continued its dance, his relief gushing out, covering the young girl underneath him.
Pam's moaning had crescendoed into what was almost a scream. Ted's jizz continued to shower down over her face and breasts like white glimmering streamers. The huge dildo still hummed in her rectum with its never-ending trembling, and all over her the hands and fingers were pulling at her, probing and pinching; rubbing all over the opening sweeping curves of her completely accepting body. A man had replaced the woman between her legs and, lowering himself down, mounted her, driving his cock deep into her. She writhed and thrust against him, her chaotic needs and the hands holding her shoulders and her thighs making it impossible to do anything but accept them. Within seconds he exploded into her, his wad shooting up into her cunt. Again Pam whimpered, taking his wet sticky gifts up into her precious convulsing snatch.
Pam responded to the warm cream flooding up into her, arching and bucking, her desperate struggling restricted by those several hands holding her.
The two principal players continued their performance until her lover, his desire totally drained, pulled his cock from the young girl's gash. Pam, still caught in the seemingly ceaseless vortex of her own release, continued her jerking, convulsing journey. Her legs were still held up and back by the men, her pussy convulsed now on its own emptiness, and we watched as the lips of her pussy shuddered in the ripping spasms, jerking open and wide. As she remained absolutely still for a few heart-stopping seconds, those against the opposite wall could stare right up into her cunt, into and past the slippery opening and finally into the trembling wet clenching depths. A thin stream of semen seeped out from the bright pink flesh and ran down the inside of her thighs. She was absolutely silent, holding her position for what seemed like an eternity. And then, moaning loudly, her voice hoarse, she soared into her final efforts at release.
Her cunt contracted, a great flood of her juices emanated from between her legs; for minutes she writhed and squirmed and humped against the hands and the lips and the tongues and the hardness that had ravaged her until finally her relief was complete, and her gentle captors releasing her from their grasp as she slowed, her body heaving with an overpowering exhaustion, she collapsed into herself, falling immediately into a state of half-sleep and half-exhaustion, conscious but not conscious, requiring nothing other that the secret searching of the all-entrapping sleep.
No one in the room moved. The stares of the dark hidden eyes remained fixed on the young girl as she lay on the bed, alone, still spread open. Bob reached beneath her and gently pulled the huge rubber cone-shaped dildo from her anus. She groaned as he drew it from her, although her eyes remained closed. Her labia had ceased their dance, but a small rivulet of love juice still seeped from her cunt. Her breasts were streaked red with the marks of the greedy fingers and hands that only a few minutes earlier had had their way with the young fleshy softness. From somewhere in the shadows of the far wall a woman groaned, and I turned to see Vivian on her hands and knees, her behind high in the air, Jack's cock buried in her lovely ass, the two of them moving slowly against each other, she lost in the throes of her cumming. Just to the left of the two lovers I saw Barbara leaning against the wall, her dress gathered around her waist, her eyes closed as Frank and Susan fingered and tongued her anxious pussy.
But then, just as with Dianna's first performance, the door leading from the bedroom out into the hall was opened, and those members closest to the door, most of whom were busy straightening and rearranging their clothes, began to slowly file out of the room, all of them casting longing glances back toward the teenage girl still on the bed, isolated and lost in her own dark world of black heavy sleep.
'I followed the members out into the hall, and then into the living room. I squinted my eyes against the brighter lights of the room and, with some concentration, managed to direct my legs to deliver my body to the bar. The large antique grandfather clock in the hall began to chime just as the second group of members, those who had just observed Dianna's second performance, began to drift into the room from the hall.
I checked my watch. It was only ten-thirty. The night still stretched before us.
I got a drink from the bar and returned to a big overstuffed chair set against the wall at the far end of the room. I decided to give my mind a rest. I had been told, either by Ron or by Viv, that both Dianna and Pam would be given an hour to rest and refresh themselves before the party would be officially resumed in the living room. I decided to spend that hour relaxing; I sank back into the soft grip of my chair, turned my mind to slow, and watched the members of The Group as they waited, along with me, for the party to continue.
The members, after they had filed out of either of the two bedrooms following the second performance, gathered in the living room, most of them waiting for their drinks at the bar, then moving either to other parts of the huge room, or stepping back out onto the patio.
Those of the members who chose to remain in the living room clustered together in three or four groups, talking together quietly. The mood seemed to be surprisingly relaxed and casual, almost reserved, as if the gathering was simply another Saturday-night party.
I watched Bob and his wife, Samantha, get their drinks and then join Bill and Barbara, who had been talking to Jack. The five gathered out in the center of the room. Barbara was wearing only panties by this time, white lacy things, her breasts exposed. She laughed as Bob stepped around behind her as she spoke, pulling the sides of the panties high, and the material in the back disappearing between the sweet cheeks of her ass. As Bill did so, Jack, standing just to the left of Barbara, turned and reached down, his left hand stroking the woman's soft mound as the conversation continued.
Across from this group, just to the left of the bar, the woman I remembered as Susan was leaning over the high rolling back of a heavily upholstered chair. The woman had pulled her long print dress up over her ass, gathering the material together in her hands and holding it at her waist. The dress was her only clothing, and her ass and pussy were open and displayed as she stretched herself over the fabric. Her breasts hung down like full cloudlike cones, the nipples extending down to within only a few inches of the seat. Ron stood behind her, leaning over, running his tongue over the crest of her ass; his fingers pulling her buttocks open as his tongue traced a wet teasing trail between them.
Two men whom I had not previously seen came into the room. Each was very young�Viv told me later that they were each just nineteen. The two were very blonde, very tan, and very muscular. Both were naked, except for a small, black-leather pouch-type device that each wore fastened around his waist, much like a g-string. The two pouches strained at the excited bulges of their young stiff cocks. Each of them carried a large silver serving tray, each tray loaded with small sandwiches and the trimmings. Unlike everyone else in the house that night, they were neither members of The Group nor applicants for membership, but instead were hired on a regular basis to assist at the parties. Apparently the terms of their employment included more than simply serving snacks as, immediately after they had put their trays down, they were approached by a tall willowy blonde who had been introduced to me as Jane and another woman whose name I couldn't recall. The two women, both naked but for their panties, spoke with the two men-boys for a moment and then, everyone smiling, Jane and her friend each reached over to the "waiter" in front of her and pulled his cock out from the pouch. The two young studs reacted immediately, their pricks quickly stiffening out. Jane held one of the cocks in her hand for a few moments, and then knelt down in front of her young muscular partner and slowly guided his prick into her mouth. The young man closed his eyes as Jane's talented tongue began playing against the tip of his shaft. The second woman was also kneeling in front of her boy, pressing her large breasts together and moving closer to her partner, forcing the head of his cock between her two delectable mounds of softness. Then, as Jane began to pump her mouth hungrily over the first boy's cock, the second woman began rubbing her guy's cock between her breasts. I took a sip of my drink, alternating my attention between Ron, as he licked and teased at the now completely spread-open ass of Susan, and what Jane and her friend were doing to and with their two human toys.
After a few minutes, the two young men groaned, almost simultaneously; the first boy's dick jerked and spurted out into Jane's waiting mouth. She increased the rhythm of her mouth's pumping as her lover climaxed, until finally his warm white cream leaked out from between her lips; the second of the two boys came about three seconds later, his jizz flying out over his partner's ample breasts, covering her with his excitement, until the flesh of her breasts and neck and belly were covered with his sticky opaque release. The second woman, her fingers smearing his semen over her breasts and nipples as if she were trying to rub it into her skin, then brought a slender glistening finger to her mouth. She licked at his cum with her tongue, her smile widening as her eyes stayed fixed on his and she tasted his salty white fluids.
By this time Ron had forced Susan to the floor and, positioning her on her hands and knees, and was tasting the honey of her cunt from behind. Susan was squirming back against his face, forcing his tongue up into her cunt. Tom had joined the two, lowering himself to the floor, and holding Susan by the shoulders. Ron's hands found her breasts as they swung back and forth as she bucked back against Ron, and his fingers pinched and teased at her hard red nipples as she eagerly accepted Ron's fucking.
Slowly, and with only a great amount of determination, I stood up from my chair. My cock, again stiff and hard, bulged out at my crotch. I walked across the room and back to the bar where I got a refill on my drink and picked a joint up out of a small silver bowl that had been placed on the far right end of the long surface of the bar.
I found a quiet area along the wall and lit the joint, every so often taking a sip from my drink. After a few moments, I was joined by the exotic Amazon, Tamara, and her husband, David.
"Dianna was . . . was tremendous," Tamara told me, "We were in her room for her second performance. She's so beautiful, she really is."
I thanked the woman, and found myself flattered simply by the fact that she had taken the time to speak with me. She was still wearing her long, almost floor-length skirt; the lines of her blouse dipped so low as to reveal the two great full curves of her huge firm breasts, leaving only the softness below her large crimson nipples hidden by the material. She was taller than I had remembered her from the patio, towering over everyone else in the room. I felt an almost desperate longing to lower myself into the woman, aching to sample her mammoth portion of treasures.
Tamara told me that both she and David had, as they had watched Dianna's second performance, tasted her.
"Ben, she was so wet, so sweet . . ." Tamara winked, a bright lively grin that spoke of enthusiastic innocence.
Just as I was about to abandon my now-flagging efforts at self-control, the two young men-boys reappeared, each still wearing the black g-string-like pouches, each still looking young and strong as their oiled muscles flexed as they walked across the width of the living room. The two stepped to the long couch in the center of the room and quickly moved it off to one side. They then moved the individual chairs and table until finally, a large circular area in the center of the room stood clear, the only furnishings left being a huge, square, white fleecy wool rug directly in front of the fireplace that extended from there almost to the opposite wall. At about this same time, I noticed that all of the women had either left the room or were in the process of doing so. Tamara said that she would be back in a few moments, but that we would have to part for the time being; she disappeared from the room with the other women. The male members were apparently familiar with the procedure as no one seemed concerned. I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes talking with Ron and Bill and David, finishing off my drink and, as best I could, relaxing.
CHAPTER FIVE
There was some giggling and sounds of movement coming from the door at the far end of the room. I turned to the commotion. The two young men, still clad in their g-strings, the materials straining at their bulging cocks, led the female members into the room. All of the women were naked, and both the women and the two boys were proceeding slowly across the length of the huge room in the direction of the white rug directly in front of the fireplace. Behind the group of naked female members came Pam and Dianna, each of them draped in what appeared to be towel-sized patches of thin gauzy material, blue in color, hiding absolutely nothing. It was only at this point that I realized that all of the women had, protruding from their cunts, thin white wires, the other ends disappeared into small hand-held control boxes. My cock began to once again ache as Ron told me that each of the wives had an electronically powered ben-wa-type device buried in her pussy, and that this had become the method by which The Group began this part of the party: "A tradition," he told me with a wink. The two young men led the women out to the center of the room in a bizarre impersonation of a man leading his pet across the floor. The men had arranged themselves into a loosely formed gauntlet, and watched as the women were led to the large white rug, Pam and Dianna followed. Arriving at the rug, the women, the wired dildos still hidden deep with their wetness, reclined onto the long-haired woolly softness, forming a circle, their heads pointing toward the center, their feet pointing outward. After all of the women had assumed this position, the two boys went around the circumference of the fleshy inviting swirl, spreading each woman's legs apart and placing each individual control box on the rug, the wires stretched full length, reaching down to between their knees and ankles. Then each of the boys walked over to Pam and Dianna, who stood waiting as the women had been arranging themselves on the rug. Dianna and Pam were then brought into the center of the circle. Each of the boys then, stepping behind the two applicants, quickly blindfolded them, stretching a strip of soft light-blue satin over the two women's eyes. My stare kept alternating between the women forming the circle and the two women in the lusty circle's center. I watched as the two boys guided the now-sightless Dianna and Pam to their knees, and then finally onto their backs. The two muscular, pouch-clad boy-men then left the room.
The men in the room were now looking at what appeared as some fantastically designed ornament of erotica.
A large circle formed by fifteen or sixteen beautifully voluptuous naked women, all on their backs, their spread-open legs pointing outward. From each woman's cunt protruded a thin, white plastic-coated wire, one end attached to the electric round egg-like dildo buried inside the wet clutching softness, the other end disappearing into a small individual control box. Within the small circle above their heads were Dianna and Pam, both blindfolded, both on their backs, both draped in a filmy blue, virtually transparent satin patch of cloth, the pink redness of their nipples and the darkness of their mounds visible to those of us standing at the outside of the circle, looking down.
At my feet was Tamara, her legs spread, the lips of her magical pussy slightly open; the wire coming from between her luscious labia to the small control box between her knees seemed to emphasize her anxious readiness. She caught my stare and forced the lips of her exposed wet cunt to jerk open and closed; as if winking at me. Next to Tamara, and just to my left, lay Samantha, Bob's wife. Like Dianna, Sam was a tall woman with sweeping, robust features. Her spread thighs betrayed the fact that she, too, hid in her soft depths a vibrator just as did the other women. Her eyes were closed, but her quick, heavy breathing indicated that she was more than aware of what was happening around her. On the other side of Samantha was Barbara, she, too, on her back with her legs spread open, a small white wire extending from her cunt out a couple of feet to the small control box between her slender legs.
Two women whose names I couldn't then recall were positioned between Barbara and Susan. Susan looked magnificently vulnerable; her eyes were closed and her hands teased at her own nipples, pinching and rubbing the extended bright-red flesh. Although none of the vibrators had yet been turned on, it was apparent from the way that Susan was slowly, almost imperceptibly, rotating her hips that the woman was anxious for whatever use anyone chose to make of her. Next to Susan was a woman to whom I had not as yet been introduced. I later learned that her name was Eve. She was an extremely tiny fox, although her breasts were round and full. Her pussy had been shaved, and my cock began to strain as I watched a glistening stream of her love juices slowly flow out from between the glass-smooth lips of her cunt, running down the inside of her thighs until finally the fleecy white rug beneath her darkened with her moisture. Next to Eve and directly across the circle from where I stood was the tall and willowy Jane; although she was pointed outwards toward the opposite side of the room, her low throaty moaning added to the already surging tide of my excitement. Another woman whose name I couldn't recall was next to Jane. Unlike most of the other women in the circle, she had her eyes open wide; she watched the men as they stared down at her, spreading her thighs wider whenever one of us looked up between her legs at the exposed pink flesh of her box. Viv was positioned next to her, her huge breasts resting deliriously against her chest, their almost perfectly round shape distorted under the crush of their own soft heavy weight. One of the men had slipped a pillow under her ass, forcing her pussy up in the air, her dripping-wet pink flesh displayed for everyone in the room to see. Just to Vivian's left was a woman named Carol, a big-breasted brunette. Like Jane, she was moaning at the pressure of her dildo; her hands were at her cunt, her fingers buried in her own wet softness, apparently attempting to push the dildo deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her moans had turned into soft, throaty whimpering and, as her fingers moved inside of her, she would arch up, holding herself high up off the rug. Her cunt glistened bright pink, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bury my mouth in her pussy, tasting the sweet sticky promise of her juices. Laura, a dark-complexioned woman with long black hair, was next to Carol, her legs open, and the lips of her pussy jerking in tiny, involuntary convulsions around the hard surface of her dildo. Next to Laura was Melinda, whose magnificent body gleamed with a thin film of body oil. Her great breasts seemed to be trembling, and it was evident that she was quickly approaching the limits of her control. Pam's "Big Sister," Linda, was between Melinda and Tamara. Linda was the only woman in the circle who was speaking, her voice a soft, calm whisper, her words an endless litany of bizarre and erotic invitations to the men who stood over her. Her eyes were open, and a tight, tense smile played at her swollen, very-red lips.
Within the circle, Dianna and Pam lay on their backs, the tops of their heads only a few inches from the other. Both of the women were still blindfolded; neither said a word, both absorbing the soft, erotic sounds around them.
The men moved around the outside of the circle, inspecting the women, occasionally kneeling down between spread-open thighs, peering up into the collective soft pink flesh of the living, fleshy toys. None of the men was speaking, each completely concentrating as he lost himself in his examination of the dripping pink pleasures displayed before him. The inspection continued for maybe fifteen minutes, none of the men touching the women forming the circle, but simply enjoying them with their hungry, greedy eyes.
Finally Ron motioned to the other men with his eyes, and each of the men knelt between the splayed-open thighs of the woman nearest him. In perfect unison the men took the several individual control boxes and turned the small plastic knobs to "on." There was immediately the faint sound of a muffled, electronic humming, as the vibrators trembled into mechanical life. The women reacted to the sudden living pressure inside of them: Tamara moaned loudly, then arched up high above the rug, the lips of her cunt opening and closing around her burden; Linda's whispered invitations ceased at the first sound of the buzzing, her words turning into a wet, slow panting; Vivian was groaning loudly as Bob, kneeling between her thighs, twisted the knob of the control box back and forth, teasing her with the constantly changing intensity of the quick deniable movement. Carol's fingers were pulling at the lips of her pussy, pulling herself open, her huge breasts shaking as she twisted back and forth on the rug. Frank had her control box in his hands and discovered that a slow deliberate trembling excited her the most. Eve, whose tiny delicate features called to mind a small porcelain doll, appeared ready to soar into her climax. Ron was sitting between her knees, holding her control, watching her intently as she bucked up and down on the dildo buried within her. Barbara's whole body was trembling as her plastic cock came alive inside of her, her hands jerking over her body, her fingers playing at her mouth, then to her nipples, back to her mouth, then down between her legs; I watched her as she twisted and turned on the rug, a man sitting between her legs, two or three other men standing over her, watching appreciatively as she performed her squirming, writhing dance. Across the circle from Barbara, Melinda was groaning loudly, her spectacular breasts shaking in rhythm to her almost convulsive shaking. The heavy sweet scent of musk perfumed the room; the men remained silent as they watched the women struggle on the floor. The only sounds in the room being the music and the moans and the crackling of the fire and the almost-imperceptible muffled hum of the vibrators. And within minutes the moaning grew louder and louder until only the snapping of the fire broke through their increasingly urgent pleadings.
Tamara, directly in front of me on the rug, groaned loudly and twisted to her right, grabbing at Samantha, her fingers grasping the woman's breasts. Tamara managed to keep her ass flat on the floor as she turned, her legs still spread, Bill remaining between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing and humming deep within the convulsing vault of her pussy. Ted was still teasing Samantha with the white plastic prick, and the girl responded to Tamara's demands, lifting her head up, her open mouth finding Tamara's tongue. The two women squirmed together now, their breasts pressed together, their hands and mouths exploring the body of the other, their legs, all the while, keeping open, displaying the two white wires that snaked out of their cunts. At the opposite side of the circle and slightly to my left, Vivian had turned over onto her hands and knees. She held her fantastically curving ass high in the air, her thighs spread wide apart. Her wire fell from between the lips of her glistening cunt, arching just above the rug, and then trailing out behind her, disappearing into the small white box still held by Bob, who was now positioned between her ankles. Viv had turned to her left slightly so that her head was now over Carol, who was bucking up and down, evidently lost in the first swirling of her orgasm. Vivian lowered her head to Carol's breasts, her tongue first teasing one nipple and then the other. Carol's groans grew louder and louder, the lips of her exposed, gleaming cunt convulsing open and then shut and then open again. Carol threw her arms around Vivian's neck, pulling her head down to her breasts, forcing Viv's mouth over her stiffly erect, bright-red nipples. Other women had turned to the writhing, shuddering flesh of their partners, and soon the circle became an otherworldly mass of arms and hands, grabbing and caressing; thighs spread wide, women discovering the taste and smell and climaxes of others, writhing and twisting and pleading. The men remained silent, watching the women with an almost touchable intensity. Barbara, Susan and Eve were locked together in a three-way embrace, their legs tangled in the wires that still dangled out from between their legs, their tongues and fingers darting into each others' cunt, their moans and whimpering reaching a crescendo together as they soared into their collective climax, their juices and demanding throaty whispers all merging together as all the while their men kept their fingers on the control knobs, all the while the white plastic ben-wa balls trembling in their boxes. All of the women in the circle were by this time prisoners of their orgasms, all of them locked together in one majestic all-encompassing climax. None of the men, however, seemed ready to relent in their electronic teasing with the vibrators, letting them run on and on and on, even as the hungry searching tongues and fingers licked and rubbed over and against the devices in the hot wetness of the open, jerking cunts. The buzzing of the dildos drove the women into a growing sexual frenzy, shuddering in desperation, screaming silently for release.
As the women in the circle soared higher and higher into their wrenching shared release, Dianna and Pam, still blindfolded and on their backs, responded to the increasing movement and sounds all around them. Dianna's hands had both disappeared under the thin blue gauzy material that had been draped over her body. Her knees were lifted and she had spread her legs open. The fall of the cloth failed to hide her cunt, and several of the men were watching as her fingers snaked their way between the lips of her wondrous pussy, dipping into her open, inviting entrance. A thin, glistening line traced the flow of her own juices as they overflowed from her cunt, streaming slowly down the inside of her thighs. She was moving her head from side to side, excited by what her ears and mind were telling her was happening all around the lusty circle. Someone had slipped a cushion under Pam's ass; her own hands had pulled her covering up over her waist, as her fingers found and then held open her young sweet labia. The pink of her pussy was bright and glistening and, like Dianna, her juices were flowing out from her cunt as the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of the soft, trembling entrance.
Then Laura, now on her hands and knees, the white wire trailing opt from between her legs, moved to Dianna, positioning herself between Dee's thighs. Laura's man, Ted, moved behind her, his hands still holding the control to her vibrator. Laura, her moaning having become a hoarse whisper, extended her hands, pulling Dianna's legs wider; quickly, she lowered herself, her mouth pressing hard against Dee's cunt. Dianna arched up, high off the surface of the rug, inviting her new partner into her hot damp lushness. Laura accepted the invitation enthusiastically, running her tongue over the pink flesh between the lips of Dianna's cunt. Dianna, her blindfold making her appear more and more vulnerable to the chaotic needs of those around her, gasped and arched up at Laura's invading mouth. Soft wet sounds of sucking welled into the throaty whispered moaning and demands of need. Samantha, also on her hands and knees, crawled toward Dianna from the other side of the circle. She kept her legs open and her ass high in the air as she moved, exposing her pussy to those of us behind her. She reached out and pulled the transparent blue material from over Dianna's body and then lowered her face between Dee's huge round breasts, her fingers flitting gently over Dianna's face and then teasing at her mouth. Dianna, her cunt already filled with Laura's tongue, seemed to slip off the ice-thin precipice of her control as Sam reversed her position and lifted one leg over her, squatting down on Dianna beneath her, first grinding her pussy down against the airy firm softness of Dianna's breasts, and then moving backwards a few inches, pushing her overflowing cunt back against Dianna's waiting mouth. Sam straightened her back; the vibrator still hummed down in her depths as Dianna sucked and ate at her wetness; Laura continued to feast on Dianna, Laura still riding her dildo. The three women seemed to meld into one fleshy mass of arms and legs and breasts and thighs, twisting and moving in rhythm to the needs of the others. The three were joined by Tamara, who began mouthing Laura's breasts; the tall dark golden woman was gasping, her excitement having reached such a screaming intensity that it appeared that she was having difficulty in catching her breath. My cock strained as I watched the glorious Polynesian Amazon, her thighs open, the lips of her twat shaking in concert with the vibrator buried in her steaming depths, the tongues and fingers teasing at her. Dianna went wild as Tamara's tongue joined Laura's in its examination of Dianna's pussy. The thrashing bodies of all four women were now covered with the sweet sticky juices of the others, their gasps and whispered throaty pleadings, like their seemingly endless shared release, becoming one.
The original fleshy circle had by this time given up all semblance of its original shape, the women now crawling and clutching, grabbing and holding and sucking at the bodies around them. The men remained silent, watching the incredible sexual drama taking place before their eyes, their quiet stares intense with a fascination that bordered on the hypnotic. Most of the men still held onto the controls of the individual women. Those who did not sat just beyond the flailing arms and spread thighs, taking in the now almost frenzied coming of the women. Three of the women had moved to the young body of Pam, burying her under their own sweating, straining needs, licking and eating and sucking at her as she remained on her back, still blindfolded, in what had originally been the center of the circle. I moved to my right in order to get an unobstructed view as Linda squatted down over Pam's mouth, just as Barbara drove her tongue up inside the young girl's cunt. Directly in front of me, Carol and Melinda, one straddling the other, their legs entangled in the wires that continued to power the two vibrators still hidden and buzzing deep within them, were locked together in a tight embrace, Melinda's face buried in the pink wetness between Carol's legs, Carol's face buried in the pink wetness between Melinda's.
One of the two young men again appeared. Still wearing his black-leather g-string, the material still straining out against the pressure of his excitement, he was carrying a large circular silver tray. On the surface of the tray were arranged an assortment of oils and dildos and vibrators and creams. The teenaged stud placed the tray on a table just beyond the writhing carpet of women on the floor. Bill stepped over to the table and picked up a long, double-headed dildo, and then moved carefully through the tangled arms and legs to where Dianna squirmed beneath her two lovers. Bill motioned to the women to move back; he then turned the still-sightless Dianna over onto her stomach, slipping a pillow under her belly. The dildo he held in his hand was about two feet long, a bulging head at each end. The middle portion was flexible, the end portions firm. It appeared to be made from a white plastic or rubber. Bill dabbed each end with some of the oil he had taken from the tray. Dianna's pussy, glistening with her love sauce, was already open and waiting. Vivian crawled over behind Dianna and, as Bill inserted one end into Dianna's ready cunt, Viv stretched her open. Dee groaned as Bill inserted the long tube up into her waiting crotch. Then Vivian moved her hands up to the crest of Dianna's ass. Pulling her cheeks open, she held Dianna wide as Bill inserted the second headed end down into her asshole. The tube curved at its soft, flexible middle as Bill then pushed each of the two ends father and father into her. Along with most of the others in the room, I watched as Dianna lowered her head to the rug beneath her. Her throaty moans turned into a gasping whimper as Bill began to pump both ends of the rubber cock, slowly, deliberately, gentle quick motions, one head sliding along the slippery lush pink of her pussy, the second head moving through her hot oiled tightness. Dianna once again soared into her orgasm, her ass rotating high in the air, riding the fullness of her twin invaders.
Just to my right, Ted was holding Melinda, the woman on her hands and knees. Ron was behind her, reaching into her cunt and then pulling out the still-buzzing plastic egg. Melinda had been captured in the fine wet nest of her cumming for several minutes, and the white dildo made a wet dripping sound as it was pulled from her pussy. Ron then stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. His prick was huge, standing out from his body like a tightly springed pipe. He moved up closer to the woman. With Ted still holding Melinda around the shoulders, his fingers grasping her great hanging tits, Ron pushed his cock down between the lips of her cunt, driving his anxious shaft high up into her steaming tight pussy. Melinda squatted back down against him, moaning loudly. Ron began his grinding thrusting dance, plunging his prick down into her. By this time, Bob had taken the vibrator from Linda. Frank had joined the two. Linda, still caught tightly in the dizzying throws of her climax, was on her hands and knees; Frank, now naked also, had slipped under her, and the woman had immediately slid down on his prick, sliding it high up into her by the force of her own weight. Bob then moved around behind her and, as Linda moved up and down on Frank's throbbing cock, Bob mounted her from behind, slowly and gently forcing his prick up into the dark hot tightness of her anus. Linda gasped as the two men stuffed her with their straining hardness. Jane, the thin white wire of her dildo still hanging out from between the lips of her cunt, crawled over to where Linda was lost in the chaotic climax of her magnificent fucking, and began sucking on Linda's breasts. Her tongue flitted and teased over the hard nipples of the impaled woman.
I looked back over to Dianna. Bill was still playing with her urgent demanding desires, pumping the double-headed tube of the dildo back and forth in her pussy and in her ass, driving the struggling woman farther and farther into the wrenching falling tunnel of her release. Vivian's attention had turned to the young, still-blindfolded Pam. As the girl pulled the lips of her pussy open, Viv found the dripping wet pink flesh of her cunt, licking and lapping at her flowing juices. Jack had begun sucking at Pam's nipples, his hands roaming up and down over her flat hard belly, and then around and across her firm full breasts. John appeared next to Pam's left shoulder. He was naked, and his huge dick extended out over Pam's face. He leaned over a bit, then took the bulging head of his prick in his fingers and pressed it down to Pam's lips. The sightless woman opened her mouth at the touch, her tongue flicking out; I saw a small single drop of precum form a round, opaque pearl on John's pulsing purple glans. Slowly, he pushed his cock between Pam's lips and into the young girl's mouth. Pam accepted all of it, letting John's pecker fill her mouth just as Viv's tongue was filling her snatch. Jack's mouth continued to suck at her luscious ripe breasts as Pam crashed into a twisting sexual rush, spinning past the frontiers of her most distant journey, exploring newly expanding limits to the pleasures that she could feel. Rich knelt down next to the four lovers, watching intently as Vivian licked Pam's gleaming pink flesh. Then Rich moved behind Vivian, and as she held her pert ass up in the air as she ate Pam's cunt, Rich reached into her pussy and pulled the still-trembling dildo from the convulsing wetness of her cunt. Then, moving forward on his knees, he drove his cock up into Viv's accepting pussy, leaning over her, his arms reaching around and holding her to him. Rich rode Vivian hard, bucking against her.
Hands were grasping at my legs. I looked down. Tamara was on her hands and knees at my feet. The vibrator was still buzzing deep inside her. her enticing body was shuddering with the strain of her coming. Her eyes were wide open. She looked up at me. Her voice was a low, pleading whisper.
"Fuck me . . . please, now ... I want your cock inside . . . please . . . now . . . please fuck me, please."
I had my clothes off in a matter of seconds. I lowered myself to the rug. I pulled Tamara over onto her back, she lifted and spread her thighs wide, displaying the dripping pinkness of her waiting and anxious cunt. Lifting her head up a few inches off the floor, she watched my eyes as the lips of her pussy responded to her incredible control, opening and closing on command in slow, jerking motions, inviting me into her, wet soft sounds accompanying the twitching movement. I reached down and ran my hand over her wetness. Her cunt was hot and ready. Bracing myself with my hands, I lowered myself down to her. The lips of her cunt opened as I slid my cockhead down into her wonderful pussy, and then closed over my shaft, the flood of my excitement now beginning to surge around my balls. Her uncanny control extended past her labia, the very depths of her cunt churning and grabbing at my cock as I pushed farther and farther into her. She pulled her thighs wider apart until I had buried my shaft into her to the hilt.
I looked across the writhing carpet of horny bodies to Dianna. The dildo had been taken from her; three men knelt by her. Bill had mounted her from behind, his cock disappearing between the lips of her pussy. Ted was now holding her, pushing her backwards against Bill. Jim was on his back, his face looking up directly under her breasts. Dee was pressing her nipples into his mouth as she came, her pressure against his face distorting the soft round curves of her gigantic magnificent breasts.
Pam moaned loudly; John, his cock still pumping back and forth between the teenage girl's lips, answered with a gasping whisper of his own. He stiffened and then, as the thick hot white cream of his release shot out into Pam's mouth, the two fell into their cumming; Ron was suddenly between Pam's thighs, then inside of her, fucking her cunt as John was fucking her mouth. Tamara's cunt continued to open and close around my penis. Her hot wetness felt as if she were trying to suck the scum from my cock with her pussy. My mouth lowered around her breasts as I ground against her. Then I heard Dianna moan loudly, and Bill began pumping into her violently. Dianna turned her head back over her shoulder and whispered something I couldn't hear. Bill strained and, with Dee moaning loudly past the far reaches of her control, began to flood into her. Dianna bucked against him, her nipple still held in the wet grasp of Jim's sucking lips.
Suddenly I felt my nuts jerk in convulsion, and the tide of my release surged past my own limits, shooting out into Tamara's waiting, accepting pussy. The woman gasped as I inundated into her, my warm thick fluids overflowing into her. Tamara's legs wrapped around me, holding me to her. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut; her whole body shuddered. She uttered what sounded like a sharp, high-pitched cry, then, still holding me within the fleshy firm grip on her thighs, rocketed into her orgasm, arching and bucking and twisting against me, the sucking hot flesh of her cunt drinking in my semen.
I looked back over to Dianna. Bill had finished with her and had pulled his prick from her. His place had been taken by Ted, who, within seconds of entering her, began to fill her with his own desperate release. I kept pumping into the insatiable Tamara, watching Ted ball Dianna.
Minutes passed, until finally I had nothing more to give the woman. I pulled from her, Ron immediately moving to her, quickly driving his rock-hard plank into her. Her climax continued as Ron and I switched places, then rising up to new, unexplored heights as the new and unfamiliar cock stuffed into her.
I turned to my right. Barbara was on her hands and knees, her head down against Frank, her mouth filled with his prick. She held her ass high up in the air, displaying the inviting glimmering pink flesh of her pussy. My cock hardened once again and, as Ted continued to fill my wife, I fucked Barbara, mounting her and driving myself down into her pussy. She arched up, spreading her thighs wide. Just as Frank exploded into her mouth, my own release fired into her cunt. She moaned as we both filled her together, rotating her rear end in a wide, slowly traced circle as I pumped and pumped again into her.
As my cock jerked its white creamy load into Barbara, Pam was suddenly kneeling next to me. She was still blindfolded, her hands finding my shoulders, then my face. She moved closer, pressing her firm young tits into my mouth. Sated finally by Barbara, I withdrew from her and moved to Pam. She immediately laid back on the rug, spreading her legs, pleading with me to take her. Her fingers pulled open her youthful pussy for my stare. Slow-moving, sticky streams of her several lovers' cum emanated from between the lips of her cunt as she invited me into her. Though old enough to possess a consummate skill at fucking, she was still young enough to be driven by a fresh anxious enthusiasm, and each of my movements was answered by one of hers. Her twat was a tight, warm, slippery tube, strong and grabbing; my fingers dug into the softness of her ripe firm boobs, and my lips sucked at the bright-redness of her nipples. She arched up beneath me, holding herself up under my weight, holding her cunt up so that I could thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her face shifted from side to side until finally she broke into the infinite tumbling of her climax; my thighs stiffened at her first cries of release, and then I gushed into her, my semen showering into the young sucking tightness of her snatch. Dianna's whimpering release added to the universal eclectic excitement as I filled the sultry teenager beneath me. Rich, seeing that I had taken Pam, was now mounting Dianna, driving his cock into her anus even as Ted was spilling his seed into her pussy. Dianna groaned loudly at the pressure; then, squatting back against him, drove his shaft farther up into her dark tightness. He came immediately, his jizz mixing with that of those who had taken her earlier. I continued to spill into Pam until I thought that her sucking crotch might pull all of me into her. In some mystical way, my entire body would be transformed into one great opaque geyser of my own release, flooding through myself and into her. I gasped for breath, finding that the musky scent of the woman's anticipation was so heavy in the air that I could taste it. The crackling of the fire mingled with her moans and breathy whisperings of the lovers, and that in turn melded into the incessant music that mellowed into the room like an invisible thick cloud. For the next several infinite periods of time, hungry, searching bodies moved to other hungry searching bodies, tasting and eating and fucking together, curves and hardness becoming one, then moving on to other bodies, lofty peaks reached with one and two and three and sometimes four other bodies at one peak at a time; and never during that brief fleeting span of infinity did the bodies stop; beyond both control and release, trapped out beyond their own ability to be satisfied, everyone tumbled together through the one shared orgasm, locked together in one single massive fucking.
Minutes became tens of minutes, and the tens of minutes became parts of hours, and still it continued. It seemed that I had taken every woman in the room; flashes of fantastic visions screamed across my mind even as I lived through them: standing over Melinda as she streaked through a dizzying climax along with four other men; the woman was on her back, thrashing under our weight as we covered her, tongues sucking and licking at her tasty body, cocks thrusting into her, fingers grabbing at her; her great round breasts were covered with the warm creamy relieve of those who had used her before; Vivian spread open and wide, riding three of us at one time, three cocks spurting into her as she soared in an explosion of frenzy far beyond where she had ever soared before. I took Dianna from behind, my cock sliding through the warm creamy ocean of release left there by those who had taken her before. I filled Dianna as she came, her great boobs shaking from side to side as she convulsed through her never-ending climax. By that time, most of the women were overflowing with the cum of their male lovers, creamy strands of semen seeping from between the lips of their pussies, rolling gently down the inside of trembling, shaking thighs, staining with dark wet spots the fleece of the rug beneath them. At one point, I rested for a few minutes, watching Linda and Jane enjoy each other's body, their fucking so intense as to inspire several of the other women around them to ride the winds of their orgasm for a few million miles, at least, on the softness and the wetness of their sisters in sex. I exploded into Melinda's ass as she squatted down, impaled on Samantha's tongue. With Bob holding Laura's buttocks open, I inserted a long thin rubber dildo into her dark tight opening, just as she and Tamara, the two of them with their tongues in one another's cunt, rode the other through the soft wet crashing of their shared orgasm. One of the men had stuffed one end of the long double-headed dildo into Carol's ass and, on her hands and knees, she took several of the men as they mounted her from behind, the long tube of the rubber prick hanging out from the cheeks of her luscious ass, swinging from side to side as she shuddered to the rhythm of her coming. And then it continued further and further into the night, every sensation and experience and feeling mixing and melding into one endless blue of lust.
Until finally, it was quiet. Somewhere back in my memory I might have been able to recall exactly at what point in time the frenetic desperate motion had ceased, and the absolute stillness had begun, but a deep sleep overtook me as it did most of the others in the room and I no longer really cared. Those who stayed awake remained around the rug, most with their eyes closed, all silent, luxuriating in the great final flood of release and rest. Muscles that had been tensed to the point of snapping fell lax and limp; the vacuum created by the continuous release of energy filled slowly with the sleep and the silence, the tired used bodies quickly drinking in the refreshing interval in their effort to restore themselves. I noticed just before dropping into the spinning blackness of my own sleep that even the sharp erratic snapping of the fire had grown silent, the once-leaping red and gold flames having receded, leaving only the warm, charred skeleton of the great logs that provided the nourishment for the fire. One of the tall French doors leading out onto the patio was slightly ajar, and the heavy perfumed air of the room drifted out, replaced by the slightly warm, slightly cool air from the dark of the early morning, drifting in, rushing against the white sheer drapes framing the tall paned doors on each side.
I was half on my back, half on my left side, my right arm draped over Dianna's waist; Pam lying just behind me, the tips of her nipples brushing up against my shoulders as she breathed. All around me were other naked bodies, all huddled together in the protective dark envelope of sleep. I heard the cry of a bird from far off in the darkness, surrounding the house, and I identified it as one of the many types of owls that abounded in the area. The sky was taking on that pitch-black star-sparkling blackness that it does sometimes as the earth spins into the first of the early morning hours. I watched the stars through the windows to my left for a few seconds, listening to Dianna's finally satisfied breathing. And then I slept.
Although my body was tired beyond anything I had ever felt before, my mind reveled in the quietude. Flashes of Dianna passed across the darkness, visions of her spectacular curving body, and the overwhelming enthusiasm with which she pursued whatever pleasures she could find to enhance the pleasures of that same body. I remembered back a year or two before, when Dianna had volunteered to be the star performer in an annually held New Year's Eve Show, the show restricted to an audience of high rolling couples, the show really serving as merely an excuse for the display of Dianna's expansive sexual expertise. The show had ended with the audience on stage, everyone who had watched Dianna perform driven into an unstoppable sexual rush, men and women fucking one after the other, Dianna rejoicing in the flood of attention lavished on her as she yielded herself up to my directions. I recalled at a place far removed from where I now napped a vacation the two of us had shared. Bathed in the sun of an isolated South Pacific island, we were given the opportunity to witness a ceremony of the Islanders, performed to welcome the tribe's young girls to the world of womanhood. The four girls who had just that year reached the tradition-required age of eighteen had presented themselves to the adults of the tribe, and Dianna and I along with all of the others virtually feasted on the girls, sating ourselves with the new, untried bodies. Impressions of huge round brown breasts tipped with the bright stiff pinkness of their nipples; the honey-sweet taste of their juices, the firm soft grasps of their tight virginal cunts. After the girls had been made women, those present became trapped by their own demanding needs, and I held Dianna as several of the huge bronze-tanned men took her, spilling their seed into her softness just as I had gushed out into their women but moments earlier. It seemed like only weeks before that night at the mansion with The Group that I had taken Dianna to an inn hidden far out in the isolation of the countryside, a small place lost out among the trees and the rolling hills of small farms and miniature forests. There, Dianna, along with the other dozen-or-so female guests, was taught to transport herself into a perfect state of sexual acceptance; my brain stirred in the clutch of my sleep as I recalled the main room of the inn on the final night of the weekend, all of the women positioned around the room by the whims of the mistress of the house; the men were ushered into the room to be confronted by the display of the women, their legs bound open, the pink red flesh of their cunts glistening with their slippery anticipation, all inviting all and any of us to use them in any way we wished. I took several of the women that night, filling them as I watched several of the other men filling Dianna, she drenching herself in the seemingly endless reservoir of raunchy release. In the darkness of my sleep I could feel a slight stirring in my balls as I remembered what Dianna looked like as I arranged for the intensity of her needs and efforts to be recorded on film. Her role as the featured performer in a film made for the fantasies of unknown viewers enhanced her enjoyment of her several lovers that day, and the knowledge that the experience would be viewed by others long into the future added even more excitement, until finally, by satisfying the needs of those unknown others, she satisfied her own visions of Dianna coming to the fucking of her men, the lens of the all-seeing camera just inches from her cunt, swept through my mind like the wispy rag-tag end of a dream.
And then even my mind surrendered, as it joined my body in the black swirling cave of my exhaustion.
The first hints of consciousness were the sounds of movement around me, more feelings than sounds, really. By the time I managed to open my eyes, most of the women had already disappeared from the room, refreshing themselves over the basins of the mansions' several bathrooms. Several of the men had also fallen back into the real world and were struggling into their clothes. Someone had closed the door leading outside and, with fresh logs on the fire; the room was warming slowly to a toasty coziness. I chatted with Bill as I climbed into my clothes. As the men straightened to their feet, and into their pants and suits, most of them headed for the bar, thirsty for a drink. Bill and I joined the others.
We talked together for maybe half an hour. The voices were quiet and hushed, the music and the crackling of the fire being the loudest sounds in the room. A few of us then strayed outside onto the brick patio. My body, like those of the others, labored under the burden of weary muscles; sore legs and tired backs, a general feeling of fatigue resulting from the strain of the evening's activities. And yet I regretted the quick passage of time, the lateness of the hour; my mind was still filled with visions and fantasies that it wanted to pursue, and, in spite of the fact that the next gathering would be held with the next few weeks, I was not fond of having to leave this hedonistic wonderland. I hadn't realized how late it really was until I stepped out into the night air. The moon had arched over the sky and, by now, had disappeared somewhere off beyond the horizon. The stars twinkled down seemingly brighter than ever, blinking silver points suspended somewhere out beyond the skies; the extreme eastern horizon was just beginning to show the faintest golden tinges of the morning sun's colors, and the earliest traces of a fresh morning breeze were beginning to wisp out over the lawn. There was a chill in the air, and the trees marking the limits of the estate were beginning to come alive with the chirpings of hungry baby birds.
I talked with Bill and Ron for a few minutes. Ted and Pam's husband, Rich, joined us later. We finished off our drinks, and then Ron produced a couple of joints, and, figuring what the hell, took a good deep hit and then another, until by the time the roach was stubbed out, my mind was once again churning with lazy, lofting rushes.
The women finally began to reappear. Dianna joined us out on the patio along with Vivian. I was surprised to find Dianna looking almost as if she were about to begin the evening rather than end it. She was, once again, wearing the clothes she had arrived with, and, except for the telltale slight droop of her eyelids, she looked as she did hours earlier, at the start of the night. Dianna told me how much she had enjoyed the sexual adventure, which was identical to the message betrayed by her sleepy, satisfied smile. Bill and Ron both complimented her on both of her performances and what they called her "other activities." Pam arrived out on the deck shortly after Dee and Viv. She looked tired, but said that her "birthday present" had proven to be probably the most memorable night of her life and that she was already looking ahead to the next gathering. I felt a quickening in my balls when I realized that I would be given another opportunity to take the young women again, if only I could wait a few weeks. Vivian was wearing a thick white terry-cloth robe, the hem almost reaching the floor. She had decided not to dress, as she and Ron would be spending the night, or what was left of it, anyway, at the mansion. Then Ron asked if we'd care to stay over with them. I told him that we really wouldn't be able to, but that we could delay our departure for a little while, maybe relaxing and for some coffee.
Pam and Rich, along with about six of the other couples, began to say their goodnights. Tamara promised everyone that she and David would be attending the next party. Barbara was almost sound asleep as Bill half-carried her down the driveway to the car. Others left, and by the time I was catching my second wind, only six other couples remained: Ron and Viv, Bob and Samantha, Jim and Linda, Jane and Jack, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank. Vivian finally pulled the huge wooden front door closed, waving her goodbyes to the last of the departing couples, David and Tamara, just as Linda, the last of the women to reappear on the patio, stepped outside. Dianna joined Vivian in the kitchen as the two women began brewing some strong hot coffee. The rest of us settled down in the living room, sitting on the couches that we had moved back into the center of the room. Dee and Viv came out of the kitchen, coffee steaming on the trays they carried. The coffee was rich, and it seemed to work wonders on both my mind and body as I drank it. Ron went out in back and got some more logs for the fire, then poked and shoveled at the dying golden embers in the fireplace; he put one of the fresh logs on the andirons, and within fifteen minutes the fire was once again crackling and hissing loudly, filling the room with walls and ceilings of erratic dancing shadows and an all-enveloping warmth that no mechanical heater could provide. Vivian brought a tray loaded with sandwiches over to where we were sitting, and between the coffee and the food, everyone was once again, relatively speaking, wide awake.
Dianna and I were sitting on the couch together, my arm around her shoulders. Ron and Viv sat on the love-seat across from us, on the other side of the coffee table. Bob and Samantha had reclined back on the floor, their backs propped up against the frame of the couch; Jim and Linda were also on the floor, on their sides by the table; Jack and Jane were next to them on the floor; the remaining four, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank, were all by the fire, curled up directly in front of the flames.
The chattering of the birds outside was growing louder, and the eastern horizon was showing more and more gold and silver tint, and less and less of the inky blackness of the fast retreating night. Dianna was talking primarily with the other women, and every few minutes one or two of them would laugh in response to a remark made by one of the others. We had a second cup of coffee, most of the men taking a second sandwich off the tray. Someone remarked�Ted, I believe it was�as to how wide awake he felt, and everyone then mentioned that they felt the same. Then Jim began talking, recalling how The Group originally came into being. He and Ron had met at a fishing lodge one summer. They got together later when they both had returned home, for a baseball game, and then about three weeks later, this third time also in the company of Vivian and Linda. Jim remarked as to how well Vivian and Linda got along, and then Ron added that the next evening Viv had told him that she found herself terribly excited by Jim. During the next couple of weeks, Jim and Ron arranged a two-couple party for the next weekend, and that forth meeting provided the opportunity for the two couples to experience their first shared sexual explorations. After about six months of semi-monthly gatherings, the lusty quartet had become convinced that the matchings were perfect, and their relationship evolved and developed into a solid friendship. About a year after the first meeting, Ron and Viv had the occasion to meet Ted and Eve. After a discussion with Jim and Linda, the new couple was invited to join the original four. Later, Bill and Barbara were added to the mix. At about this point, the idea of an organized group was considered, and some informal rules, all designed to enhance the experience, were agreed upon, most of them concerning the future admission of additional couples: all would have to be married, all attractive, all understanding and devoted to the concept that the thrills of physical enjoyment were something that should be fostered and enjoyed to the greatest extent possible; and that any applicants would have to be approved unanimously. It was also at this point that the couples started referring to themselves as "The Group." During the next year, three more couples were admitted, and with these couples came the idea of what Ron referred to as the "Admission Ritual." Parties began to be held on a monthly basis and, at the time of admission, each couple was now required to attend at least eight of the parties a year. Ron and Jack both told us that probably after The Group reached a membership of twenty couples, the membership would be considered closed. Not to my surprise, we were told that Dianna and I, as well as Rich and Pam, had weathered the ritual with flying colors, and could consider ourselves members of The Group from here on out. I asked Ron about the mansion, and he told me that the members were able to rent it for certain weekends during the year from a couple who spent a great deal of time traveling in Europe. The owners were actually members themselves, and that we would probably meet them at the next party. Actually, Ron elaborated, the owners provide the house rent-free, and were therefore not required, as were the others, to contribute to the expenses. The thought of future parties tickled at my balls, and I could feel a slight stiffening in my cock at the idea of more opportunities to Jose myself in fantasies similar to this evening's.
The conversation then turned to the party. Jack complimented Dianna on her performance; he had seen the first of the two. Dee blushed her thank-you's. Someone else mentioned Tamara and her amazing ability of physical control. I remarked that I had watched her for a few minutes earlier in the evening during one of the "breaks" out on the patio, and that I had a difficult time forcing myself to believe what I was seeing. The talk went on, and I found myself excited by the recounting of the earlier hours. I noticed that Ron had slipped his hand under the fluffy white material of Vivian's robe, and his hands were casually caressing the woman's great round softness.' Dianna had moved closer against me, and through the thin material of her blouse, her nipples began to stiffen against the fabric. Viv asked if anyone wanted a joint and, at several affirmative murmurs, leaned over to the table to take a couple of the slightly straw-colored cigarettes off the tray. As she leaned over in front of me, her robe parted and her left breast swung free. After she returned to the couch, she made no effort to close her robe, and I began to feel a growing need to take the magnificent soft globes into my mouth. The dope began to take hold and Linda, Jim's hand now running lightly up and down her thigh, began talking about how much she had enjoyed the final hours of the party, when the idea of inhibitions seemed to be as rare and unthinkable as not coming to the party at all. Linda took another joint from the tray, lit it, took a giant hit, and then passed it over to Dianna. Expelling the heavy grey smoke in a thick perfumed stream, she said with a wide, satisfied smile on her lips that at one point she had been on her hands and knees, with Frank in her pussy; she remembered turning her head back over her shoulder just as she and Frank had begun to cum, and opening her eyes for a few brief seconds, saw three other men kneeling by her side, waiting patiently for an opportunity to fuck her. The idea of accepting man after man after man seemed to slam into her mind like a rocket, sending her into a climax that she thought would never cease. Susan asked Dianna how she had enjoyed the Initiation Ritual.
"I loved it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Having an unending supply of lovers ... I just couldn't believe the feeling. And knowing that so many people were watching me, Jesus. . . Understand, Ben and I, well, he enjoys using me ... or, really, I guess, my body, and my body, well, it enjoys being used. Having Ben telling me to accept the other men . . . and women . . . God, what a fantasy come true."
"So you'll be back?" Samantha's voice carried an anxious note of hope in its tone.
"Oh, God, you'd better believe it," Dianna answered. A slow dreamy smile played at her lips. "God, Sam. . . sometime during the evening. . . God, when was it... I was ... uh ... tasting you, and Ron was inside of my pussy. . . Sam, you were so wet, you move so well. . ."
The talk was becoming more intimate, and there seemed to be the first hints of a growing sexual tension filling the room. Bob's hand went between Samantha's legs, and she spread them a bit to widen his path.
"You know," Bob began, first lighting and taking a hit off another joint, "what we should really do�since everyone is agreed that this was probably the best of our parties�is finish off the evening in a really special way. Make it a great ending to a great evening."
Everyone else in the room, after a few initial moans and groans, voiced enthusiastic support for the idea. The problem was to think of something that could top what had taken place just a few hours before. Several ideas were proposed, all being quickly dismissed as being either anatomically impossible or requiring too much energy. By this time, the discussion had become a game, with even the most weary of us shouting out bizarre sexual groupings and activities through the laughter.
"I've got it!" announced Jack. He stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He was talking to himself, as if muttering over the sudden idea captured within his head.
"So . . . we're waiting, Jack . . ." Samantha looked up at him, smiling. We all became silent, eager for him to explain his plan.
"Oh ... Oh ... I'll need one woman . . ." he turned to face Dianna. "Great, Dianna, only fair, you being one of the newest members . . . Besides, I'll guarantee that you're going to enjoy this, yes ... and, yes ... yes, I'll need an assistant... Sam, yes, yes, you'll do perfectly. . . c'mon, Dee. . ."
Dianna turned to me, half-laugh and half-smile playing across her mouth; she shrugged her shoulders, stood up and stepped over to where Jack waited. Samanatha disentangled herself from Bob's hands and joined the two.
"So what's the plan, Jack?" Ron asked.
"Uh . . . it'll have to be a surprise. You'll just have to be patient."
"C'mon ... we demand to know!" Vivian's laughing demand was echoed by our protests. Jack held his hand up in mock solemnity.
"Now, now ... tell you what. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll treat you to a real ending for the party. I guarantee, really. Trust me."
After a few more pleas, all of which were ignored, Jack took the two women by the hand and guided then out through the door leading down a short hall and then into the dining room/kitchen portion of the great house. As he left the room, he turned-back to us.
"But ... I must have absolute privacy until I'm ready. I'll be out in about twenty minutes." With that he disappeared into the darkness of the hall, pulling the heavy wooden door closed behind him.
The rest of us turned back to the fire. Vivian motioned me to sit down next to her and Ron, who were now on the floor directly in front of the fire. I lowered myself to the carpet behind her, Ron to her front. Linda got out another joint and it made several rounds before its tiny remnants were dropped into the large glass ashtray.
Viv wondered aloud about what Jack had planned.
"God, my curiosity is killing me," she said. Her back was to me; she reached back and took my right hand in hers. Spreading apart her thighs, she placed my hand between her shapely legs, up against her pussy. I could feel her warmth through the fabric of the robe. My mind was once again beginning to take on a decided tilt, and thoughts of what Jack and Samantha might be doing to Dianna, and the lust wet softness of the woman next to me, began to force that slightly aching, slighting tingling feeling swirling back around my nuts.
The door to the hallway opened and Jack popped his head into the living room.
"Need ten more minutes," he said, smiling, then pulling his head back into the hall, closing the door sharply as he disappeared once again, quickly enough to avoid our new protests.
Finally, about fifteen minutes later, the door once again swung open. Jack stepped into the living room, a broad smile on his face.
"Follow me, eef you pleeze," he said, trying with little success but much humor to take on an ersatz French accent.
We all stood up, anxious to discover Jack's great secret. I helped Vivian to her feet, and with the others joined in a very rag-tag line with Jack at the head. When he was satisfied with our seriousness, he led us out of the living room and down the hall; at the end of which two beautifully carved doors stood closed against our laughing advanced column. When we reached the doors, Jack again held up his hand, bringing us to a bumping, giggling halt. Our leader then turned and took the double knobs in his hands and, giving them a quick strong twist, pushed the doors open.
A giant crystal chandelier hung dead-center from the intricately carved high wooden ceiling. The light, sparkling blue and gold and green through the hundreds of prisms of the antique fixture, flooded down upon a brilliantly deep-red carpet, framed by four dark-paneled walls. Directly under the chandelier was a long, incredibly long, dining table, its narrow length stretching almost the entire length of the room. At each end of the table stood two twisting, matching silver candelabras, each one holding six tall, white flame-tipped candles. The surface of the table was covered with a brilliantly white starched and creased tablecloth.
Jack stood off to the side and with a bow and a sweeping motion of his left hand, he ushered us into the room. We took about two steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. We stood across the room from the table, directly at its center.
I could literally feel my eyes widen as I understood what I was seeing. I knew that I heard a loud collective gasp from those around me.
Directly across from us on the other side of the table stood Samantha. She had found an old-fashioned chef's hat somewhere, and except for the tall white cap and her smile, she was naked. Stretched out on her back in front of Sam lay Dianna. Also naked, she was on her back, in the center of the table, between the two candelabras. Slowly, we approached the table.
Dianna's magnificent round breasts were covered with a thick white covering of whipped cream. At the top of each of her lovely mounds peeked a cherry-red monument marking her hidden nipples. A trail of cream led down between Dee's breasts over her belly, ending at the peak of her mound. Jack The Chef had placed chocolate mints, round and thin, between the lips of Dianna's pussy, standing them on their narrow sides like a curving row of black soft coins. At the entrance to her pussy was a puff of whipped cream, studded with another large red cherry. Dianna's ass was propped up on a cushion, and she held her thighs open. At the crest of her ass was a second puff of the sweet white cream, this one studded with a huge, perfectly shaped straw�berry. Dianna's eyes were open, and she watched us for our reactions. As I moved closer to the table along with the others, the details of the feast grew more and more apparent. Tiny chocolate chips had been scattered into the white creamy froth passing between the white fluffed mountains of her breasts. Samantha reached over Dee's thighs and then her slender fingers reached into the cream and pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt. Again, a collective gasp arose as another of Jack and Samantha's surprises was revealed. The rounded tops of several of the grapes with which Jack had filled Dianna's pussy glimpsed out at us through the cream. Still holding Dianna open and exposed, Sam looked up at us. Her smiled sparkled with the struggle of an all-but-irrepressible giggle.
As if in a trance, we stepped forward, forming a semi-circle around the table and the fantasy feast prepared so lovingly by our chef. Viv, who was standing even with Dianna's shoulders, reached down to Dianna's breasts, scooping up a white fluff of cream with her fingertips. Bob lowered his tongue to the chocolate-chip-sprinkled trail of cream, and began wetly tracing the path down across her belly. Dianna closed her eyes, whispering something softly that no one but she could hear. Eve bent over Dianna's tender thighs and began licking the creamy puff off the curve of her mound as Samantha, ever the helpful one, held her thighs apart. Ted was licking at Dee's other breast, his face pressing gently into the soft white of the cream, smearing the stuff all over his face as he pressed into Dianna. Jane's mouth had found Dianna's, and their tongues played together, one teasing the other. Frank had gone around behind the table and, standing behind the Chef's Assistant, Samantha, was moving his hand over and around the cheeks of her ass, teasing at the crest, then teasing again down farther between the lips of her cunt. She bent over slightly in response to his touch, spreading her thighs apart, inviting him to examine her further. Jane, standing beside and admiring her husband's handiwork, had reached over to me, unzipping my pants and then, turning to face me, her fingers moved quickly as she pulled my trousers down to the floor. My cock sprang out stiffly as she freed it, amazing me with its renewed vigor. I stepped out of my pants, and then I stripped Jane out of her few bits of clothing. We both turned back to the table, Jane standing directly in front of me, her behind pressing backwards against my prick. I lowered myself, thrusting my cock between her legs, up against the opening wet lips of her pussy. She squirmed down a bit against my shaft, rubbing herself over my hardness.
By this time, Dianna was smeared with the cream, hands and mouths sliding over her slippery, sticky body. She was writhing in rhythm to those touching and pawing her, moaning softly. Eve had licked away most of the cream covering her snatch and, with her talented tongue, was now engaged in mouthing all of the grapes that 171
filled Dianna's gaping cunt. I noticed the lips of Dee's pussy trembling in the first tentative convulsions of her orgasm; a grape, its smooth rounded surface gleaming with the glistening of Dianna's juices, sparkled with the oils. Bob had reached into Dianna, and with his fingers vying for room with Eve's searching grabbing tongue, plucked a grape from her stuffed center and brought it to his mouth. It disappeared between his lips.
"You taste good, Dianna ... the perfect dessert . . . My compliments to the Chef and to his beautiful Assistant. Truly an idea well worth waiting for."
Eve's mouth was now mashed down against Dianna's pussy, her tongue snaking in and around the slick round pearls of grapes, the tongue and the unfamiliar fullness driving Dianna into a frenzy. Other tongues played and sucked at her now-exposed nipples. Samantha continued to hold Dianna's legs open, letting all of us sample the tasty creamy treats. Bob had reached under her, pushing his hand through the puff of cream guarding the crest of her ass, and was inserting a now-slippery digit up into her dark tightness.
Jane turned her head back over her shoulder.
She stood between the table and me. I had lifted up her dress and gathered it around her waist. She wore no panties; her eyes found mine. Her hand continued its gentle, slow sliding over Dianna's shaking breasts.
"Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me while I taste Dianna."
Moving forward a few inches, she lowered her head between Dianna's thighs. Dee watched as she moved, spreading her legs open, arching up a few inches. Jane pressed her mouth gently against Dianna's gash. Dee closed her eyes and moaned softly as Jane traced her tongue between the lips of her pussy. Jane began licking at the cream still smeared over Dee's mound; Dianna responded to the woman's touch, holding herself up off the table, her hips rotating in a slow circular motion. Jane licked and lapped at the cream and Dianna's own slippery juices, until finally she plunged her mouth down deep in Dianna's cunt, her tongue wrapping around the smooth round shape of the grapes, plucking them from Dianna's now-gaping pussy one at a time, taking most of them into her mouth, some falling from Dianna to the surface of the table.
Eve had climbed up onto the table and, now naked, straddled Dianna, her sweet snatch directly above Dianna's mouth. Slowly, Eve eased herself down onto Dianna's waiting, hungry mouth. Eve, her eyes closed, began whimpering softly as she squatted down, Dianna's tongue impaling her, drinking in the glistening amber juices of her excitement that by now were slowly seeping out from between the lips of her cunt. Eve leaned forward then, balancing herself on her knees, and reached back around her waist to pull herself open.
I reached out and, as Jane kept munching on Dianna's cunt, forced the willowy blonde to bend farther over. Moving closer to her, I guided my cock down between her legs and then up into her lovely, accepting cunt. Jane gasped as I slipped up into her, then shifted her weight a bit, spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. Her crotch was wet and hot, and immediately I could feel my own excitement swirling, growing heavy between my legs, the pressure of my anticipation building swiftly. I reached around Jane, grabbing at her bosom. I began a thrusting motion, slow and constant and deep, keeping rhythm with my probing to my lover's increasingly urgent bucking.
"Oh... yes... yes... feels so good. . . yes, in and out... Dianna. . . you taste so... good . . . delicious. . . fuck me... fuck me... fuck me ... fuck me ... Ben, tongue-fuck me while I fuck Dianna... fuck me . . ."
Jane's pleadings were breathless and gasping; the warm slippery flesh of her box felt as if it were sucking on my cock, trying to pull my tide of scum from the depths of my balls.
Bob moved to the table, and quickly he replaced the tongues that had been eating Dianna's pussy. He, too, began sucking out the grapes, until finally he had removed all of the little round pearls. But for the tongues and fingers lapping at her, Dianna was empty. Dee was moaning loudly now, her eyes closed, her tongue still exploring Eve as she balanced on the precipice of her release. Eve stiffened, a guttural whisper escaping from within her; she clenched her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Dianna bucked once, and then again, and then, with a sharp jerking movement, she joined Eve as they floated out into the deep rushing space of their shared climax. Bob climbed up on the table, positioning himself between Dianna's wide-open thighs. His dick was straining out from his body like a flag pole, the flared purple head ready with the straining pressure of its own anticipation. My cock still locked within Jane's wet soft grasp, I watched as Bob lowered himself down between Dianna's legs. Dee whispered something I couldn't hear as Bob slid his prick up between the lips of her pussy and into her lush, waiting love-hole. Arching up, she accepted the full length of his shaft, and soon the two were moving together, up and down, Bob thrusting and probing into Dianna, Dee sliding herself up and down the hard slippery stalk of his cock.
Jane's mouth had discovered Dianna's nipples, and as I rode her, she pressed her head into the great softness of Dianna's trembling breasts, her tongue flicking out at her nipples, teasing the hard red rosettes. Samantha still stood across from us on the other side of the table. Ron had moved behind her and, as Sam licked and sucked Dianna's body, Ron drove his cock up between Sam's legs, forcing her to bend farther and farther over until he had plunged his pecker into her up to its soft, fleshy hilt. Frank's hands grabbed at Jane's breasts as I probed her; his fingers held the hard redness of her nipples between his lips, and he squeezed at them as I rode her until finally, suddenly still, she turned her head back over her shoulder.
"Now . . . Ben . . . please now . . . now . . . fuck me ... now fuck me now . . . fill me now... I want your cum . . ."
Just as Bob began pumping jizz into Dianna, joining her in her cosmic celebration, my cock exploded, showering my seed up into Jane's cunt. She pushed back against me, then began bucking violently, lost in the dizzying tumbling fall of her own wet climax. My jizz spurted out into her cunt in great jerking thrusts, filling her. Ron had forced Samantha down to the floor, still on the other side of the table, driving his cock down into her waiting, open pussy. Samantha was already coming as Frank drove his shaft into her, groaning loudly, arching her ass up off the floor, her crotch accepting his offering with a steamy, anxious enthusiasm. Jim and Linda were on the floor next to them. Jim's huge dick extended out over Sam's shaking breasts, Linda reached between his legs, taking his prick into her hand; gently, she guided the head between Sam's breasts, rubbing his stiffness against her giving round softness. Just as Ron exploded into Sam, Jim's cock spurted out over Samantha's breasts, great wet strings of Jim's cum lacing over Sam's great soft mounds.
Jane was still trapped in the tender prison of her orgasm, bucking and squatting back against me, her cunt drinking in my semen like a thirsty man sucking a never-ending stream of ice-cold water. Eve had been pulled off the table by Ted, and, on the rug on her hands and knees, was mounted from behind by him. Susan had moved over to Jim, and he turned from Samantha, his cock still spurting out its white opaque streamers of juice as he moved, driving his cock down into Susan as she broke into her climax, her low husky voice, now throatier than ever, whispering her demands as he filled her.
Minutes passed; lovers moved from lovers to other lovers. I had sated myself on Jane and moved on to Eve; I kept her on her hands and knees, and, with Frank pulling open the cheeks of her ass, I entered into her tight dark vault; she whimpered as I drove into her, and, with Frank watching, came again, this time my cum spraying down into the glorious tight tunnel of her anus. Ron had mounted Dianna, who had remained on her back in the middle of the table. Dee took all of him, and soon his hot wad, shooting out into Dianna's cunt, was mingling with the warm sticky release of her other lovers. Turning directly to my right, I watched as Jack took Vivian, his thick hard plank spilling out into her as she rode him.
More minutes passed. The whipped cream that had been spread over and into Dianna's body now covered everyone and everything. The room was heavy with the musky perfume of the women's excitement. The music from the living room had been replaced with the loud throaty whispers of the lovers as they struggled through their orgasms, the pairings constantly changing and changing and then changing again until it seemed that suddenly everyone was on the floor in front of the table in one great sticky, trembling fleshy pile, no one conscious of anything other than the immediate demands of his or her own straining bod.
I felt someone move against me and I opened my eyes. Vivian, oblivious to everything as she slept, had swung her leg over my shoulder. I turned my head to the far side of the room. Streams of bright morning sun were showering through the tall windowed French doors, inundating the room. Another movement behind me. Frank had extracted his body from the pile of arms and legs and had pulled himself up into a sitting position. He was looking down at the still-sleeping pile of bodies in front of him; he looked up at me, winked, and then began searching the nearby chairs and couches for his clothing. More eyes opened, until finally all had roused themselves from their sleep, straining through the heavy grey curtain of their fatigue as they pulled themselves back into the real waking world.
The drive back home seemed to take an eternity. My thighs and arms ached with a weariness I had never known, and Dianna had fallen back into her sleep by the time we had driven two miles. Visions of the realities I had experienced but a few hours before drifted through my mind, and I found that I had difficulty in placing the separate events of the night before in any rational chronological order.
Dianna whispered something in her sleep; I glanced over to her as she half-reclined on the seat next to me. The traces of an unconscious smile played at her lips as she slept.
Expectations of her next adventure? I would have bet on it.
