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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 livingroom 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, its craggy surface staring down into the blackness of the night. The scent of honeysuckle perfumed the balmy moist air. 84

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 singleminded 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 livingroom 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 Daved 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 unbelieveable. 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 shouder, 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 sec91 onds 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 unbelieveable. 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, Sa-mantha, 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 94 in the darkness.

The joint I had been smoking just before Ta-mara 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 \o walk slowly back through the tall French doors into the livingroom. 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 re95 lease into her mouth. "I love this, I can't believe Pm here," I told her. She laughed softly. "I know."

I followed Vivian, who followed the other members back through the livingroom, 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 slowy 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 flit97 ting 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 anx-iousness.

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 mar-velously 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.

"Oh… oh… good… good, good, good… yes, oh, yes…"

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 pillowlike 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.

"God… God… God, yes, yes, yes… yes…"

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 vale 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 Ted, 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.

"Ohohohohoh… God, yes… yes… yes…"

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 coming. 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 livingroom. 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 livingroom. 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 livingroom, 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 livingroom 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, 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 quided 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, 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 livingroom. The two steped 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.