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An Evening at the Castle - Part 1
Written by Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)

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Comments and suggestions welcome: Daibhidh1@juno.com
 
 
 
 Chapter I: A Foggy Day in London Town
 
 The Concorde's tires screeched twice in quick succession 
as they kissed the runway, followed shortly by the roar 
of the thrust reversers pressing the passengers forward 
against their seat belts. The noise and pressure 
decreased as the throttles were pulled back and the sleek 
airliner continued its roll out, bleeding off speed. As 
we swung off the runway and followed the taxiway toward 
the misty lights of London's Heathrow International 
Terminal, my mind was as foggy as the view from the sleek 
jet's window. 
 
 God I was tired. It was Sunday evening and I was 
exhausted! I'd just returned to the Chicago home office 
on Friday afternoon from a tough two weeks in Cape Town, 
only to be greeted with the news that I must be in London 
Monday morning to straighten out yet another problem! Oh, 
and by the way, don't forget the staff meeting in New 
York on Saturday.
 
 Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexandria Goodman, better 
known to my friends as Alex. (Others have far less 
complimentary names for me, for reasons that will soon 
become apparent.) As Deputy Chief Personnel Officer of a 
large Chicago-based firm, I had been dispatched to London 
to meet with our local manager regarding the London 
office's slumping sales. By the very nature of my 
position, I of course had full authority to take any 
corrective actions I deemed necessary. 
 
 
 Clearing customs, I retrieved my luggage and caught a 
cab directly to the up-scale hotel where my firm had 
reserved a suite. The accommodations were nice enough I 
suppose but after awhile all hotels seemed pretty much 
the same cold, impersonal and, most of all, lonely. 
 
 
 Leaving a request for an early wake-up call, I took a 
long, hot shower and fell into bed exhausted. Lying in 
the dark waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought of 
my hectic lifestyle. Ten overseas trips so far this year 
and it was only June. My social life was nonexistent and, 
worst of all, I hadn't gotten laid in nearly three 
months; that's enough to make any girl tense. 
 
 The last 'straight' sex I'd had occurred in early April 
during a trip to Manila when an evening with Juan ended 
with a visit to a nightclub featuring hot live sex shows. 
That had gotten us both so revved up that we'd returned 
to my hotel room where we'd fucked like monkeys until 
dawn. Since then it had been one business crisis after 
another. 
 
 If it hadn't been for my best friend Ellen I'd be an 
emotional wreck. We are both mostly straight but every 
two or three weeks one of us would spend the night in the 
other's apartment for an evening of cuddling and mutual 
relief.
 
 Well, at least I'd negotiated a few vacation days in 
jolly old England in conjunction with this trip. England 
was lovely this time of year and it had been years since 
I had been able to relax and just be a tourist.
 
 The next morning dawned dark and gloomy with a soft mist 
falling. I had breakfast in the hotel dining room, then 
caught a cab to the office where I met with the manager, 
Mr. Richard Smyth. Richard introduced me to the rest of 
his staff and provided me with office space along with 
all the company records I requested. I was afraid I 
already knew the source of the problem and, after 
reviewing the data and interviewing key sales and 
management personnel, my fears were confirmed.
 
 I scheduled an afternoon meeting with Smyth and arriving 
at the appointed time, entered his office, quietly 
closing the door. Richard was a very attractive man in 
his early thirties with dark, wavy hair and an athletic 
body that filled out his conservative gray Seville Row 
suit quite nicely. The cologne he was wearing was 
distinctive, exclusive and sexy. He exuded an animal 
magnetism that caused my body to flush with excitement, 
which of course I took great care not to show. I also 
noticed his large hands with long, strong fingers were 
not adorned with a wedding ring, only a massive garnet 
fraternal ring with some sort of intricate engraving. 
 
 Get hold of yourself girl, I thought, as I felt my 
nipples tingle and the crotch panel of my panties begin 
to moisten. Here you are on the verge of firing this poor 
bastard and all you can think of is jumping his bones! 
Although Richard greeted me warmly enough, his demeanor 
seemed rather guarded. After all, I was known to be the 
firm's hatchet man.
 
 Taking a seat, I paused a second before beginning, 
wondering how he would react to my findings. "Mr. Smyth," 
I began, "Let me preface my remarks by saying that I have 
isolated the problem and, unfortunately, it is you. 
 
 However, having said that, I still believe you can have 
a great future with this firm if you will agree to the 
plan I have in mind."
 
 "Thank you for your confidence in me ... I think. Just 
what does this 'plan' of yours entail," he responded 
rather sarcastically.
 
 
 Ignoring his tone, I continued. "As you may know, I was 
instrumental in your promotion to your current position, 
based upon your resume and past performance reports. 
Therefore, I have a vested interest in your success. 
 
 However, I now realize you need to gain more practical 
experience."
 
 "I will not accept a demotion," he stated, his face 
suddenly grim and determined. "I've had offers from 
several other firms; some of which are quite lucrative by 
the way."
 
 "I'm not suggesting a demotion," I explained, trying to 
defuse his obvious anger. "What I'm proposing is an 
opportunity to improve your management style. The Branch 
Manager of our Glasgow office is planning to retire soon 
after thirty Years, but his replacement is fully 
competent to take over that office immediately. My 
suggestion is to bring Ian down here to work with you for 
a few months, on a consultant basis. This should allow 
you to learn from his years of experience."
 
 "I'm not sure that I could accept that. It could appear 
to my staff that I were being placed on probation, which 
would undercut my authority," he replied stiffly.
 
 
 "I doubt that will be the case if you handle it 
properly, but it's entirely up to you Richard," I 
responded. "The alternative is to replace you, which I 
don't really want to do."
 
 "If you don't mind Ms. Goodman, I would like to take 
your proposal under consideration. I'll ring you at your 
hotel and let you know my decision shortly," he replied 
rather stiffly, his expression unreadable. 
 
 
 "That's fine," I responded solemnly. "I understand your 
concerns. I'll be in London on vacation for the remainder 
of the week. Let me know what you decide before I return 
to Chicago and file my report."
 
 
 Returning to my hotel room that afternoon, exhausted 
from the stress of our meeting, I poured myself a glass 
of sherry. Opening the sliding glass door onto the 
balcony, I collapsed into a lounge chair to relax and 
regroup my thoughts. Since my return flight was not 
scheduled until Saturday, I had four whole days all to 
myself with no schedule to worry about! That reminded me 
of the downside of this situation; not only didn't I have 
commitments, I was also horny and didn't have a man. My 
reaction to Richards's presence this afternoon made me 
realize just how horny I had become. God, my panties were 
still sticky from that encounter! Of course, there was 
always masturbation. 

 That's safe, practical and usually effective, but it's 
just so damn lonely!
 
 Casting about for ideas, I realized the only men I knew 
in London were the men from our office and from what I 
had seen were a generally uninteresting lot. Except, of 
course, for Richard whom I was sure that under, the 
present circumstances, was not at all interested in me!
 
 
 Sipping my wine, I mulled over my situation, wondering 
what I would do for four days in a city where I knew 
practically no one. Suddenly, I remembered Ellen had 
spent four years at Cambridge University. Thinking she 
might still have some contacts here, I decided to give 
her a call. It was only a little after noon in Chicago so 
I should be able to catch her at work. After several 
rings, her voice mail picked up and I heard her voice say 
"I'm away from my phone right now but please leave a 
message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." At 
the tone, I left my name, the hotel phone number and a 
message that I would appreciate her calling me as soon as 
she was available.
 
 I had no more than settled back into my balcony chair 
when the phone rang. "Alex," Ellen exclaimed, "How good 
to hear from you. I see by your phone number that you're 
in my favorite city! I was just coming back from a 
meeting when you called. I hope everything's alright."
 
 "Oh yes," I replied, "I'm fine, but I was hoping you 
might be able to give me some advice. I'm taking a few 
days vacation here and I really need to unwind but I 
don't have any contacts here. I thought perhaps you could 
give me some ideas about where I could meet people."
 
 
 "Knowing you, I think you're more interested in getting 
laid than you are in meeting people," Ellen responded 
with a laugh.
 
 "Well, now that you mention it, that's more or less the 
idea," I giggled. I told her what I had experienced that 
afternoon in the manager's office and how I was still 
feeling tense and antsy from the encounter. "I'm not 
looking for true love," I said, "Just some hot sex!"
 
 
 "ALRIGHT!" Ellen exclaimed. "I may have a solution. 
There's a private club just outside London that sounds 
exactly right for your needs. It's very exclusive but I 
was granted a lifetime membership because of my 
'friendship' with a certain very blue-blooded young 
British gentleman who shall remain nameless."
 
 "This sounds promising," I said with a grin. "Just what 
sort of club is this?"
 
 "Well," she replied, "You've read about the Victorian-
era's Hell Fire Club? This is sort of a twenty-first 
century version of it. It has a very proper dining room 
and pub but there is also a private area, available only 
to select members and guests. Things tend to get a little 
wild in there, even by our standards! Still interested?"
 
 
 "Definitely!" I answered. "It sounds intriguing."
 
 
 "Let me make a few phone calls and see what I can 
arrange." 
 
 "That would be wonderful," I said. "I'll hang up now. 
See what you can arrange, but please call me back either 
way."
 
 
 Returning to my seat on the balcony, I had no sooner 
finished my wine than the phone rang once more. I was 
surprised to hear Ellen's voice; it had only been about 
twenty minutes since her last call.
 
 "Great news!" she bubbled. "I contacted my friend and 
it's all set up. You should be hearing from someone soon 
to explain the procedures and, with a little luck, they 
should be able to get you set up for tonight."
 
 "Just what am I getting into?" I asked. "It sounds 
pretty exciting but exactly what goes on there?"
 
 
 "I don't want to go into too much detail, it's much 
better to leave some mystery! But I'd recommend you wear 
something very sensuous ... and don't forget to wear your 
sexiest underwear! There's an initiation ceremony for all 
new members which is pretty hedonistic and which I'm sure 
you'll enjoy immensely," Ellen replied with a giggle. 

 "Let's just say I wish I were going to be there with you 
tonight. I really miss that part of my 'educational 
experience'. But seriously, I'd better hang up now. I'm 
sure you'll be receiving a call soon and you don't want 
to miss it! Be sure to call me tomorrow and let me know 
how it went. Have fun, babe!" 
 
 With that, she broke the connection. I replaced the 
receiver feeling a little apprehensive but, at the same 
time, more excited than I had felt in ages.
 
 I poured another glass of wine and settled back to await 
my promised call. I didn't have long to wait. A few 
moments later my phone rang again.
 
 "To whom am I speaking please," a female, very formal, 
cultured British voice inquired.
 
 "You have reached Ms. Alexandria Goodman," I responded, 
matching her formal tone.
 
 
 "I see. I just received a rather unusual call on from 
one of our members on behalf of an American associate, 
regarding possible membership in an exclusive 
organization to which I am connected. Do you know the 
person to whom I am referring?" the caller asked.
 
 "Yes, I believe the American lady would be Ms. Ellen 
Hunter but I'm afraid I've never met her British 
associate," I replied.
 
 "Right ... And would you please confirm the name of the 
firm you represent and your current position within that 
firm?"
 
 I provided the requested information and could hear 
papers rustling, as though she was thumbing through a 
file.
 
 
 "Very good," the caller responded, in a much less formal 
tone. "I'm sorry about all the inquiries but I had to 
make sure I had reached the correct party. I'm calling to 
inform you that Ellen's friend has highly recommended you 
for membership in our organization and that, based upon 
that recommendation and a cursory background inquiry, we 
are prepared to extend full membership privileges to you. 
Of course you will have to complete some formalities 
before this can be finalized, but that can be all is 
accomplished on your first visit. I understand you will 
only be in our country for a short time so perhaps you 
would like to visit our facilities this evening."
 
 "Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much. May I 
have your address?"
 
 "That won't be necessary Ms. Goodman. We will send our 
driver around to pick you up in ... shall we say, one 
hour?" I gave her a brief description of myself and said 
I would be waiting at the front desk in one hour.
 
 "In that case, we'll see you soon then," and hung up.
 
 I needed to shower and dress; I was still wearing my 
business suit and my no-nonsense everyday underwear. I 
hung up my suit and shoved the remainder of my cloths 
into a laundry bag. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped 
and viewed myself critically in the door's full-length 
mirror. 

 Not bad for a 27 year old I thought, as I took note of 
my physical assets. My raven hair, styled in a pixie cut 
complimented my slightly olive-toned skin, which had 
retained its South African tan, with no tan lines. 
 
 I had kept my youthful slim, athletic figure, due in 
part to the hours spent in health clubs and my passion 
for handball. My firm perky 32B breasts rode high on my 
chest; standing out proudly with no hint of succumbing to 
the forces of gravity. They were topped with raspberry 
sized reddish-brown nipples, which to my great delight, 
seemed directly wired to my vagina. 
 
 
 Someone had once commented I had the body of a female 
Peter Pan, the face of a young Audrey Hepburn, and the 
sex drive of a San Diego sailor. My 19" waist flared out 
to somewhat narrow but very feminine hips, which were in 
turn supported by muscular, well-shaped legs. My black 
pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a small triangle, 
covering only my somewhat prominent mons. All things 
considered, I was very satisfied with the trim 4'11" body 
I saw in the mirror.
 
 Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the showerhead to a 
needle spray and the water temperature as hot as 
possible. I needed to relieve the muscle tension caused 
by my confrontation with Smyth and further exacerbated by 
anticipation of the evening to come. 
 
 Thinking of that meeting reminded me of Smyth's effect 
on my hormones. Running my soap-lathered hands over my 
body was enough to start that whole episode replaying in 
my mind until I felt my juices begin to flow. Cupping my 
hand tightly over my mons, I let my finger dance around 
and over my clit. 
 
 The combination of my state of mind, my suppressed needs 
and the anticipation of tonight's activities combined to 
fuel a sexual firestorm that, in only a few moments, 
triggered a shuddering orgasm which left me with legs too 
weak to support me, forcing me to brace myself against 
shower wall to keep me from slipping to the floor. 
 
 Once I was able to focus again I thought, God ... I 
really needed that. Now I could probably make it at least 
through the foreplay tonight without embarrassing myself. 
With that, I retrieved the soap from the shower floor 
where it had fallen during the excitement and allowed the 
tingling spray to perform its magic.
 
 After showering, blow drying my raven hair and applying 
makeup, I quickly dressed in the clothing I had selected 
for the evening; new sexy black micro bikini panties, 
that revealed more than they concealed, under a black 
full skirted cocktail dress that reached only slightly 
below mid-thigh. The front of its form-fitting bodice 
plunged to slightly below my braless breasts, exposing a 
portion of their softly rounded under sides and framing 
my cleavage. I had decided against a bra because my 
breasts didn't need the support and I wanted to feel the 
silky material of my dress caressing and exciting my 
nipples. 

 Based on my conversation with Ellen, I wanted to appear 
especially tantalizing tonight!
 
 
 Black spike-heeled pumps with black fishnet thigh-highs 
completed the outfit, stretching my calf muscles, 
showcasing my shapely legs. I much prefer elastic top 
high-highs to regular hose because I detest garter belts; 
I find them uncomfortable and they tend to get in the way 
at the most inopportune times! 
 

 Chapter II: The Castle
 
 
 Gathering my purse and draping a lightweight cape over 
my shoulders, I rode the elevator down to the lobby to 
anxiously await my transportation. At precisely 7:00 pm a 
distinguished looking gentleman in livery arrived. 
 
 Approaching me he said, "Ms. Goodman, I've been 
dispatched to provide you transportation to the Castle. 
If you would please follow me..." With that he escorted 
me to a new shiny black Bentley parked at curb. After 
politely handing me into the rear seat, he pulled easily 
into the light evening traffic. The Bentley purred 
quietly through the city streets and twenty minutes later 
we found ourselves cruising through the rolling English 
countryside toward East Anglia.
 
 After another twenty minutes we slowed and turned 
through an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising 
quietly along a paved tree-lined drive that traversed an 
obviously a large country estate. We must have traveled 
nearly a mile before we reached a huge stone mansion 
surrounded by manicured lawns, well-tended shrubs and 
colorful flowerbeds. A parking lot on the side of the 
building already contained a dozen or so very expensive 
cars. 
 
 Pulling under the portico, the driver glided to a stop 
at the main entrance where a uniformed doorman moved 
quickly to the car. "Welcome to the Castle, madam" he 
said, assisting me out of the car. Guiding me to the 
massive oak door he said, "Ms. Marianne, our manager, is 
waiting for you at the reservation desk."
 
 
 Entering the sumptuous lobby area, I was met by a 
stunning red haired woman about my own age. Smiling 
warmly, she said, "Good evening and welcome, Alex." 
Noticing my quizzical expression at the sudden 
informality, she explained, "We only use first names at 
here at The Castle to protect our members anonymity. My 
name is Marianne. I'll be completing your membership 
application and explaining our rules and customs." With 
that she took me by the elbow and guided me through the 
lobby to her office.
 
 
 Indicating that I should take a seat beside her desk, 
she opened a file folder and quickly scanned its 
contents. Looking up at me, she smiled and said, "I'm not 
sure how much Ellen told you about The Castle but before 
we go further, let me be sure you understand just what 
type of club this is. 
 
 
 First of all, the entire ground floor is open to our 
general membership; this includes the main restaurant, 
the health club, and a gift shop. However, the second and 
third floors are reserved for our select members. Ellen 
and her sponsor both hold memberships in this group. The 
activities conducted in this area are, shall we say, 
extremely uninhibited. 
 
 Before I can proceed any further, you must swear never 
to divulge anything you see or do on these premises. 
Considering these conditions, do you wish to learn more 
about our organization?" 
 
 "Yes, I'm very much intrigued by the small amount Ellen 
was at liberty to tell me about your club. Ellen and I 
have been very close friends for many years, so I'm sure 
I'll fit nicely into your group as our tastes are very 
similar," I replied.
 
 "I'm so glad to hear that. I was sure that, given my 
knowledge of your sponsors, you would feel that way. If 
you would just sign and date this confidentiality 
agreement, we can finish the remaining orientation 
quickly." Quickly scanning the document and, seeing that 
it was pretty much a standard non-disclosure form, I 
signed it and slid it back across her desk. Marianne 
placed it in my folder then leaned back in her chair and, 
with a warm smile, began.
 
 "As I hinted previously, this is an exclusive, secret 
club where our members can relax and indulge in sexual 
behavior not necessarily acceptable in our present 
society. As a member, you will not be required to join in 
all aspects of other member's activities but you will be 
expected to be open minded and tolerant of their 
activities." 
 
 "The one activity you will be required to engage in is 
an initiation ceremony designed to determine your 
compatibility with our group. This will consist of you 
willingly to engage in certain sexual activities in full 
view of other members. You will not be forced to do 
anything you find distasteful and may stop the 
proceedings at any time. Of course, if you decline to 
participate or fail to complete the initiation ceremony, 
you application will be disapproved and you will be 
denied membership. Do you have any questions about what I 
have covered thus far?"
 
 "No, Ellen mentioned that there would be such an 
initiation and indicated that she thoroughly enjoyed her 
experience. I doubt that I will have any problems with 
that requirement," I replied.
 
 "In that case, there is a initiation scheduled this 
evening for another applicant and, if you wish, you could 
be included in that ceremony. Is there any sexual 
activity you find especially abhorrent," Marianne asked.
 
 "Well, as long as it doesn't involve pain, I'm game for 
about anything," I responded with a smile.
 
 "I can assure you that there will be no pain involved, 
our members are much more interested in giving and 
receiving pleasure. By the way, I assume you are on some 
sort of birth control?"
 
 
 Assuring her that I was, she gave me a crooked grin and 
said, "Excellent, that will make our preparation so much 
less complicated!"
 
 "Since the festivities are not scheduled to begin for 
another hour or so, why don't you join our other 
applicant, Dianne, for dinner and I'll come to collect 
you both when we're ready for you," Marianne smiled. She 
then escorted me to the dining room where she seated me 
with a stunning but extremely nervous looking, young 
blonde woman. 
 
 
 Dianne was several years younger than I and much taller; 
very attractive with a slim but shapely figure and large 
firm breasts. Like me, she wasn't wearing a bra as I 
could see a hint of nipples pushing at the material of 
her peach colored silk blouse. Her long champagne-colored 
hair hung nearly to her waist.
 
 After introducing us to each other, she said, "You two 
ladies enjoy your meals and get acquainted. I'll be back 
for you when all the preparations are complete." With 
that, Marianne left us to our own devices. 
 
 
 After ordering dinner, we chatted about this and that 
for a while, Dianne becoming more distracted by the 
minute. Finally I leaned across and took Dianne's moist 
hand in mine and asked, "Nervous?"
 
 She looked at me shyly and replied, "Yes, I'm not sure I 
can go through with this." 
 
 "If it's not too personal, how did you become interested 
in the club," I asked.
 
 "My fiance nagged me until I agreed," she replied, 
"He's been a member for several years and he asked me to 
join. I love him dearly and really enjoy sex with him but 
I've never done anything like this before!"
 
 "Has he given you any idea what to expect during this 
initiation," I asked.
 
 
 "Well, according to him, we'll be required to perform 
certain unspecified sexual acts with several other 
members of both sexes while the remaining members watch 
us. That's the part I'm afraid I'll be too embarrassed to 
go through with. 
I've never had sex with any man but him ... and I've 
never even thought of having sex with another woman," she 
said softly, her face turning bright crimson. 
 
 "Just concentrate on your partner and the pleasure 
you're giving each other. Don't even think about what's 
going on around you. Remember, every one there has been 
through the same experience. You said yourself that you 
enjoy sex so, as we 
Yanks say, just go with the flow," I said in a reassuring 
tone. She smiled at me gratefully and seemed to regain 
some of her composure. Just then our meals arrived so we 
discontinued our discussion.
 
 We had no more than finished our meal when Marianne 
returned. Smiling broadly she asked, "Well, are you 
ladies ready for some fun?" We rose from the table and, 
with Dianne blushing once again, followed Marianne's 
swaying, sensuous hips toward the waiting elevator.
 
 
 Exiting the elevator on the third floor, we emerged into 
a wide, dimly lit oak paneled corridor. My feet sunk into 
the soft deep piled carpet as Marianne led us past 
several identical closed heavy oak doors, finally 
stopping and unlocking one bearing a plaque "Dressing 
Rooms". 
 
 
 Opening the door she ushered us into a large, well 
appointed room equipped not only with several dressing 
rooms but also showers, lockers, lounge chairs and makeup 
tables. At the far end of the room was another door 
marked "Stage Entrance".
 
 "Well ladies, it's show time!" she announced brightly. 

 "Either of you having second thoughts?"
 
 "Not me. What about you, Dianne? Are you up for it?" I 
replied.
 
 Dianne swallowed hard and, looking somewhat flustered, 
responded, "If you can do it, I guess I can too. Can't 
let a Yank show us Brits up." 
 
 "Right, that's the spirit," Marianne laughed. "First we 
must decide how to proceed. This is unique situation in 
that we have two inductees tonight. Usually we induct 
only one new member per ceremony but since Dianne's 
induction has been scheduled for days and Alex will only 
be in our country for a short time on this visit, we felt 
we should accommodate both of you tonight. Which of you 
would like to go first?"
 
 Dianne and I looked at each other, each waiting for the 
other to say something. Finally Dianne said, "If you 
don't mind Alex, I'd like to go first; I'm so nervous I'm 
afraid I'll back out if I have to think about it any 
longer." 
 
 
 "Certainly, I understand how you feel," I smiled at her 
reassuringly. "And don't worry Dianne, you'll do just 
fine."
 
 
 Marianne led Dianne to a small dressing room next to the 
stage door. After a few moments they emerged and 
Marianne, dressed in a floor length black robe, led a 
blindfolded Dianne through the stage door and out onto 
what appeared to be a low, brightly lit platform.
 
 After a moment, Marianne returned and beckoned to me. 
"Would you like to watch," she asked. "We don't usually 
allow uninitiated members to view these proceedings but, 
as you seem to be more experienced than most of our 
prospective members, I don't see the harm of it. 
Moreover, since I make the rules, I guess I can also make 
exceptions to them," she grinned wickedly.
 

Chapter III: Dianne's Initiation
 
 Ushering me into the dressing room, she turned off the 
room lights and slid back a panel, revealing a window 
that looked out onto the stage. 
 
 "This is actually a one-way mirror," she explained, 
standing so closely behind me I could feel her warm 
breath on my neck and her firm breasts pressing into my 
back. Reaching up she flipped a hidden switch and the low 
murmuring of the audience came clearly through a hidden 
speaker.
 
 "I'm a little concerned about Dianne," I said. "She 
doesn't seem to be quite worldly enough to be involved in 
a club like this."
 
 "Don't worry about Dianne," Marianne said. "While she's 
led a very sheltered life up to now, she's certainly no 
virgin. I interviewed her sponsor, who is also her 
fiance, and found that she is still quite shy but once 
aroused she thoroughly enjoys a good romp in the hay. 
However, in deference to her inexperience, she will only 
undergo a limited initiation." 
 
 You, my dear, are another case altogether. As part of 
planning this evening's program, I placed a call to Ellen 
while you were dining and discussed your history in some 
depth. Believe me, based upon that discussion, you will, 
luckily, receive the full treatment," she chuckled. 
 
 
 
 Marianne slipped her arm around me and slid her hand 
into my bodice, gently caressing my breast; scraping a 
fingernail over the nipple causing a shiver of excitement 
to sweep through my body. The muscles of my inner thighs 
trembled in response, sending shockwaves to my moistening 
pussy and causing my clit to tingle in anticipation. 
 
 Looking out onto the stage, I saw the blindfolded Dianne 
nervously standing stiffly in front of the bright 
footlights, her head held high and her body tense. A trim 
young full-breasted redhead, dressed in a flowing black 
robe, stood behind her with her hands resting lightly on 
Dianne's shoulders. "Good Lord Marianne, that other girl 
looks enough like you to be your twin!" I exclaimed.
 
 "No, just my sister Jody," Marianne said. "Actually she 
is two years younger than I."
 
 Turning the rigid Dianne slowly from side to side, Jody 
allowed the audience to get a good look at the beautiful 
young blonde inductee. The audience members, only dimly 
visible behind the footlights, appeared to be either 
scantly dressed or naked; the lighting was too low to 
tell for sure. 
 
 As my gaze shifted back to Dianne, I noticed Jody was 
now standing behind her. Both arms were around Dianne's 
body, slowly stroking Dianne's full, lush breasts. 
Dianne's stiffening nipples were clearly visible through 
the sheer silk material of her blouse. Gently she moved 
closer and, kissing Dianne on the side of her neck, 
whispered reassurances in her ear.
 
 
 After a few moments, a large, well muscled man of about 
thirty stepped out of the audience and walked slowly 
across the stage toward the two women. He was completely 
naked, his large semi-erect penis swinging pendulously to 
and fro. 

 As he neared the women, Jody moved slightly to her 
right, her hands remaining on Dianne's shoulders. The man 
stopped at Dianne's other side, being careful not to 
block the audience's view, as she stood blindfolded, her 
body trembling slightly. 
 
 
 
 Reaching across, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and 
pulled it out of her skirt. Dianne responded with a 
startled gasp ... she hadn't sensed the man approaching.
 
 "Who's the man," I asked Marianne, "He looks delicious!"
 
 "That's Adam, one of our members who was selected to 
initiate Dianne because of his gentleness with 
comparatively inexperienced candidates," Marianne 
explained.
 
 Back on the stage Jody quickly grasped Dianne's 
unbuttoned blouse by the shoulders, slid it down her arms 
and tossed it aside, leaving Dianne standing in front of 
an unknown number of strangers, naked to the waist. Her 
large alabaster breasts gleamed in the glare of the foot 
lights, heaving as she gasped for air; her face and upper 
torso red with embarrassment. She tried to cover her 
breasts with her hands but Jody grasped her wrists and 
pulled them down to her waist as gently as possible. 
Holding her wrists with her left hand, she pulled a strip 
of black cloth from a robe pocket and, with a move that 
would make a Texas calf-roper proud, quickly tied her 
wrists loosely together, allowing her enough slack to 
move arms forward ... but only as far as the sides of her 
thighs.
 
 While Jody was displaying her bondage skills, Adam 
lightly caressed Dianne's breasts then kissed her mouth 
hungrily. His tongue had obviously forced its way past 
her teeth and was gently exploring her mouth. At first 
Dianne resisted as best she could, leaning back and 
trying to twist her head away but he was not to be 
denied. Placing his left hand behind her head so that she 
couldn't move it from side to side, he reached around her 
with his right arm and pulled her body tightly against 
his, mashing her breasts against his muscular chest. Now, 
obviously aroused, Dianne surrendered to the inevitable 
and returned his passionate kiss with growing enthusiasm. 
 
 Sensing her increasing lack of resistance, Jody quickly 
unbuttoned the waist of Dianne's skirt and slid its 
zipper down, allowing the skirt to slide to the floor, 
pooling around her ankles. A mummer of appreciation arose 
from the audience, as Dianne stood clothed only in peach 
colored bikini panties, garter belt, pink hose and 
matching pumps. 

 As Adam moved his hot mouth down over her body, kissing 
her neck then moving on to her quivering breasts, Jody 
hooked her fingers into the sides of Dianne's panties and 
slid them slowly, tantalizingly down her thighs. As her 
fine blonde untrimmed pubic curls came into view, another 
mummer of appreciation rose from the watching members. 
Lifting each foot in turn, Jody removed Dianne's skirt, 
shoes and panties, tossing them in the general direction 
of her blouse.
 
 Adam, his large cock now fully erect, slid his hand down 
Dianne's stomach and slipped it between her slightly 
parted thighs. Cupping her pussy mound, he rubbed his 
hand firmly back and forth a few times, then spread her 
pussy lips and slowly slid his thick middle finger 
between them. Once he confirmed that she was sufficiently 
aroused and that his finger was adequately lubricated, he 
eased it as deeply as possible into her vagina. 
 
 
 Dianne gasped in surprise but automatically pushed her 
hips forward to meet his invading finger. He stroked it 
into her for a moment then removed it with a soft sucking 
sound and held his hand high over his head. The members 
could clearly see her clinging sex juices glistening in 
the bright footlights. A soft, polite round of applause 
arose from the appreciative audience. 
 
 
 Again he opened her pussy lips with two fingers and, 
finding her clitoris, he flicked it gently with a 
fingertip. After a moment Dianne threw her head back and 
emitted a primal cry, her body shuddering as a violent 
orgasm slammed through her body.
 
 During the Adam's opening of Dianne, Jody had been 
crouched behind her, stroking the inside of her thighs, 
softly nipping her ass cheeks and observing Adam's 
progress. As he thrust his finger into her cunt, she ran 
a finger along Dianna's vulva, gathering lubrication, 
then slid it back to her tiny puckered anus. She massaged 
the tight muscle ring gently, slowly working her 
fingertip a fraction of an inch up into her ass. 
 
 When Adam massaged Dianne's clit, she sensed Dianne's 
eminent orgasm and suddenly drove her finger deep into 
her ass. This pushed Dianne over the edge and, as she 
climaxed, her rectal muscles clamped down tightly on the 
invading finger in a series of hard spasms. 
 
 From our viewpoint Dianne appeared completely spent, 
leaning limply against Adam as he clasped her to his 
chest; his raging cock pressed tightly between their 
naked bodies.
 
 "Well, it looks like Dianne passed her test," I 
whispered to Marianne.
 
 "Oh, it's not over yet," Marianne, whispered. "There are 
a few more things she needs to experience. After all, her 
sexual activities before tonight have been limited to a 
few quickies in the missionary position with a man she 
has known for years."
 
 Back on the stage, Adam smiled at Dianne tenderly and 
lowering his mouth to hers again kissed her slowly and 
deeply. When Jody grasped her elbow, he whispered 
something to her and gave her ear a quick, nipping kiss. 
He then released her and watched as Jody led her to a 
large futon cushion, easing her down until she was lying 
on her back with her long, tapered legs slightly parted; 
her feet pointed toward the audience and her arms at her 
sides. 
 
 
 Assuring herself that Dianne was comfortable; Jody bent 
down and began whispering to her while caressing her 
breasts and tweaking her nipples. After a moment, Dianne 
nodded her head and Jody motioned the man to join them. 
 
 While Jody continued whispering reassurances and 
stroking Dianne's trembling body, he knelt and, placing 
his palms on Dianne's inner thighs, slowly spreading them 
wide apart allowing the audience their first good view of 
her flushed, swollen pussy. Then, moving between her 
widely spread legs, he began kissing his way up her inner 
thighs as Dianne moaned and squirmed in anticipation.
 
 By this time my crotch was soaked from the excitement of 
watching Dianne's seduction. "Oh God," I cried, "This is 
making me so damn hot I could explode!" Marianne stroked 
my tummy and pressed her breasts into my back as she 
nibbled on my earlobe. 
 
 "I've watched and participated in these initiations a 
hundred times but I must admit this is getting me pretty 
aroused also," she whispered. 
 
 "Have you ever had sex with another woman?"
 
 "Yes," I hesitatingly admitted. "Ellen and I have 
experimented with it when we're between men."
 
 
 "I know. Ellen told me all about it earlier and also 
mentioned how much you both enjoyed it," she smiled. "I 
just wanted to see if you were comfortable enough with me 
yet to admit it."
 
 "Oh yeah," I replied, turning my head to smile at her. 
She leaned forward and kissed me softly at first but then 
with growing passion. I felt her hot, insistent tongue 
demanding entry. Our tongues fenced heatedly, probing 
each other's mouths with mounting passion. I pressed 
myself back firmly against her breasts; feeling her 
distended nipples through the sheer material of my dress.
 
 
 Reluctantly turning my attention back to the window, I 
saw that Adam had reached the highly sensitive area at 
the junction of her thighs and pussy. 
While he had not actually touched her pussy yet, Dianne's 
body was writhing from the sensations washing through her 
body. I was sure that she had by now forgotten completely 
that she was the center of attention of twenty or more 
total strangers.
 
 
 Pulling back slightly and moving his head out of the 
way, he provided the audience a better view of what he 
was doing. Placing his thumbs on either side of her 
blonde-furred pussy lips, he pulled them slowly apart 
displaying her blood engorged inner lips; her erect, 
throbbing clit standing out like a miniature penis.
 
 
 Having allowed the members an unobstructed view of her 
pink, aroused pussy, he lowered his mouth and stroked her 
clit several times with his tongue. She responded by 
crying out and locking her long legs around his back, 
bucking her hips wildly against his face and leaving his 
lips and nose coated with glistening film of her abundant 
lubrication. Judging by her violent reaction, I suspected 
this was her first experience with oral sex. 
 
 
 Unconsciously, I reached back, slipping my hand under 
Marianne's robe and up her inner thigh. Expecting my 
fingers to encounter panties, I instead found only soft 
damp pubic hair! 
 
 "Ummm ... I'll give you just twenty minutes to cease and 
desist," she whispered in my ear as she slid her hand up 
under my dress, gently massaging my prominent mons 
through my by now soaked panties.
 
 We watched as Adam gave Dianne's pussy such a through 
tongue lashing that she was soon thrashing her way 
through a second intense orgasm. While waiting for it to 
subside, he moved up her body, alternately sucking her 
breasts and rolling her nipples around with his tongue. 
Jody remained kneeling near her head, massaging Dianne's 
arms and shoulders to relieve her tension while languidly 
kissing her lips.
 
 Once Dianne regained her composure and her breathing had 
somewhat returned to normal, Jody rose and quickly 
stripped off her robe. She was completely nude! Her 
large, firm breasts with long, fully erect nipples 
bounced slightly as she tossed the robe aside. The 
muscles of her lithe supple figure were well toned and 
her alabaster skin flawless except for a light sprinkle 
of freckles on her chest. She was obviously completely 
aroused. Her pussy juices, gleaming in the footlights, 
oozed from her well-trimmed red pubic hair.
 
 
 Grasping Dianne's arms, she lifted her limp, exhausted 
body into a kneeling position in profile to the audience. 
Kneeling behind Dianne, Jody teased her breasts with one 
hand while the other slid slowly down over her stomach 
before slipping between her parted thighs. Again she 
whispered something in Dianne's ear, which caused her to 
blush furiously once more. She shook her head as Jody 
continued whispering to her. Finally Dianne hesitantly 
nodded her head, seemly to reluctantly agree to Jody's 
request.
 
 Seeing this, Adam moved toward them until the head of 
his impressive cock brushed her slightly parted lips. 
Dianne recoiled slightly then, at Jody's whispered 
urging, tentatively touched his cock-head with her 
tongue. Then, seemingly surrendering to the inevitable, 
she opened her mouth wider and slipped her ovaled lips 
over Adam's now throbbing purple cock-head, her tongue 
darting over its sensitive under side.
 
 
 Seeing this, Jody slipped under Dianne's body, placing 
her head between her now widespread thighs. Grasping 
Dianne's hips, she lifted her mouth to her soaked pussy, 
her probing tongue seeking Dianne's swollen clit. As she 
made contact, Dianne moaned softly and began rocking her 
hips as she eased her mouth down over Adam's throbbing 
shaft.
 
 I turned to Marianne and smiled broadly saying, "God, I 
think I'm going to cum just watching this!" 
 
 "Just hang in there. You'll have plenty of time for that 
in a few moments darling," she replied, giving my left 
nipple a tweak.
 
 Turning back to the window, I saw that Dianne was again 
lying on her back with Jody kneeling astride her head and 
Adam standing to one side, slowly stroking his rock hard 
cock. Jody motioned for him to approach and he knelt 
slowly beside 
Dianne's hips, again spreading her thighs and massaging 
her pussy. After allowing the audience a moment to 
observe her by now her flushed, slightly parted pussy 
lips, he slipped a pillow under her hips and positioned 
himself between her widely spread legs. Grasping her 
calves, he raised her legs and placed them on his 
shoulders while moving closer to her until his cock 
brushed her soaked, waiting pussy.
 
 
 Marianne ran her tongue over my ear and nipped its lobe, 
sending tingles of electricity through my already flushed 
body. "This is going to be an experience for her. I know 
her fianc‚e and he is very much smaller than Adam," she 
smiled as she again pinched my nipple.
 
 Adam had nestled his cock-head firmly into the opening 
of Dianne's pussy, pressing his hips forward to hold it 
in place. Meanwhile, Jody moved toward him, placing her 
red-fringed pussy directly over Dianne's face. Leaning 
forward, she grasped Adam's cock, holding it in position 
as he pressed it slowly but determinedly into her hot, 
tight opening. 
 
 
 Dianne's pussy stretched slowly, seeming to flow over 
Adam's massive cock-head until it suddenly popped into 
her. With a muted scream, Dianne jerked her hips upward, 
impaling herself on his thick cock. At the same time she 
thrust her mouth into Jody's pussy; sucking her clit 
between her lips, her tongue lashing wildly.
 
 Adam began sliding his cock gently in and out of her 
stretched pussy, pushing deeper with each thrust until 
his entire length was completely lodged within her, his 
cock-head resting lightly against her cervix. He held his 
body stiffly rigid as she humped herself wildly against 
him. 
 
 
 Once convinced her pussy had completely adjusted to his 
considerable size, he began stroking his cock into her 
hot tightly clinging pussy; slowly at first, then 
gathered speed until he was slamming into her, banging 
against her cervix on each down stroke. 
 
 As Dianne neared her climax a low growl started deep in 
her throat, developing into a full-blown scream as she 
went over the top. Her body arched upward, lifting Adam's 
body and driving his cock as deeply as possible into her. 
He could hold back no longer, adding his own scream to 
hers as his jerking cock pumped spurted hot semen again 
and again into her spasming pussy. Completely spent, he 
collapsed onto her, his rapidly deflating cock slipping 
wetly out of her now limp body.
 
 "Wow, I believe our little Dianne has passed her 
entrance exams with flying colors," I exclaimed, smiling 
back a Marianne's flushed face.
 
 
 "Yes, it appears she is now more than ready to join our 
little group," Marianne grinned.
 
 Dianne was now sitting up, smiling but still seeming a 
little bewildered by her experience. Jody released her 
wrists from their restraints, then reached up and removed 
her blindfold.
 
 The first thing she saw was after her eyes adjusted to 
the lights was Adam's smiling face as he gently said, 
"Welcome to our club, Dianne."
 
 Dianne threw her arms around his neck and placed a wet 
passionate kiss on his lips, then she twisted around and 
did the same to a broadly grinning Jody.
 
 As the audience applauded, they rose and walked hand in 
hand from the stage.
 
 The End
 
 
(See "An Evening At The Castle - Part 2" for the contin-
uation of this story)
 
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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