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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 dress, 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. Irees 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 dress, 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 anx-iousness.

A few more minutes passed, and then our hosts led us down a long hall and into the huge, high-ceilinged, oak-paneled livingroom. 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 asiie 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 livingroom 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 ju'st-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. Vivan 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 Saman-tha, 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 64 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 lightninglike 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 66 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. Nancy 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 68 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 70 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 hes 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 its thrust-ings, 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 dress 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 pre-seminal 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 76 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 diido 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 diido 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, Vivians 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 rny 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 come 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 gaspings and moan-ings 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 its 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 gasp-ings, 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 oat of my chair and looked over at Dianna. She and Frank 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.