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CHAPTER FIVE

There was some giggling and sounds of movement coming from the door at the far end of the room. I turned to the commotion. The two young men, still clad in their g-strings, the materials straining at their bulging cocks, led the female members into the room. All of the women were naked, and both the women and the two boys were proceeding slowly across the length of the huge room in the direction of the white rug directly in front of the fireplace. Behind the group of naked female members came Pam and Dianna, each of them draped in what appeared to be towel-sized patches of thin gauzy material, blue in color, hiding absolutely nothing. It was only at this point that I realized that all of the women had, protruding from their cunts, thin white wires, the other ends disappeared into small hand-held control boxes. My cock began to once again ache as Ron told me that each of the wives had an electronically powered ben-wa-type device buried in her pussy, and that this had become the method by which The Group began this part of the party: "A tradition," he told me with a wink. The two young men led the women out to the center of the room in a bizarre impersonation of a man leading his pet across the floor. The men had arranged themseles into a loosely formed gauntlet, and watched as the women were led to the large white rug, Pam and Dianna followed. Arriving at the rug, the women, the wired dildos still hidden deep with their wetness, reclined onto the long-haired woolly softness, forming a circle, their heads pointing toward the center, their feet pointing outward. After all of the women had assumed this position, the two boys went around the circumference of the fleshy inviting swirl, spreading each woman's legs apart and placing each individual control box on the rug, the wires stretched full length, reaching down to between their knees and ankles. Then each of the boys walked over to Pam and Dianna, who stood waiting as the women had been arranging themselves on the rug. Dianna and Pam were then brought into the center of the circle. Each of the boys then, stepping behind the two applicants, quickly blindfolded them, stretching a strip of soft light-blue satin over the two women's eyes. My stare kept alternating between the women forming the circle and the two women in the lusty circle's center. I watched as the two boys guided the now-sightless Dianna and Pam to their knees, and then finally onto their backs. The two muscular, pouch-clad boy-men then left the room.

The men in the room were now looking at what appeared as some fantastically designed ornament of erotica. A large circle, formed by fifteen or sixteen beautifully voluptuous naked women, all on their backs, their spread-open legs pointing outward. From each woman's cunt protruded a thin, white plastic-coated wire, one end attached to the electric round egglike dildo buried inside the wet clutching softness, the other end disappearing into a small individual control box. Within the small circle above their heads were Dianna and Pam, both blindfolded, both on their backs, both draped in a filmy blue, virtually transparent satin patch of cloth, the pink redness of their nipples and the darkness of their mounds visible to those of us standing at the outside of the circle, looking down. At my feet was Tamara, her legs spread, the lips of her magical pussy slightly open; the wire coming from between her luscious labia to the small control box between her knees seemed to emphasize her anxious rediness. She caught my stare and forced the lips of her exposed wet cunt to jerk open and closed; as if winking at me. Next to Tamara, and just to my left, lay Samantha, Bob's wife. Like Dianna, Sam was a tall woman with sweeping, robust features. Her spread thighs betrayed the fact that she, too, hid in her soft depths a vibrator just as did the other women. Her eyes were closed, but her quick, heavy breathing indicated that she was more than aware of what was happening around her. On the other side of Samantha was Barbara, she, too, on her back with her legs spread open, a small white wire extending from her cunt out a couple of feet to the small control box between her slender legs. Iwo women whose~names I couldn't then recall were positioned between Barbara and Susan. Susan looked magnificently vulnerable; her eyes were closed and her hands teased at her own nipples, pinching and rubbing the extended bright-red flesh. Although none of the vibrators had yet been turned on, it was apparent from the way that Susan was slowly, almost imperceptibly, rotating her hips, that the woman was anxious for whatever use anyone chose to make of her. Next to Susan was a woman to whom I had not as yet been introduced. I later learned that her name was Eve. She was an extremely tiny fox, although her breasts were round and full. Her pussy had been shaved, and my cock began to strain as I watched a glistening stream of her love juices slowly flow out from between the glass-smooth lips of her cunt, running down the inside of her thighs until finally the fleecy white rug beneath her darkened with her moisture. Next to Eve and directly across the circle from where I stood was the tall and willowly Jane; although she was pointed outwards toward the opposite side of the room, her low throaty moaning added to the already surging tide of my excitement. Another woman whose name I couldn't recall was next to Jane. Unlike most of the other women in the circle, she had her eyes open wide; she watched the men as they stared down at her, spreading her thighs wider whenever one of us looked up between her legs at the exposed pink flesh of her box. Viv was positioned next to her, her huge breasts resting deliriously against her chest, their almost perfectly round shape distorted under the crush of their own soft heavy weight. One of the men had slipped a pillow under her ass, forcing her pussy up in the air, her dripping-wet pink flesh displayed for everyone in the room to see. Just to Vivian's left was a woman named Carol, a big-breasted brunette. Like Jane, she was moaning at the pressure of her dildo; her hands were at her cunt, her fingers buried in her own wet softness, apparently attempting to push the diido deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her moans had turned into soft, throaty whimpering and, as her fingers moved inside of her, she would arch up, holding herself high up off the rug. Her cunt glistened bright pink, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bury my mouth in her pussy, tasting the sweet sticky promise of her juices. Laura, a dark-complexioned woman with long black hair, was next to Carol, her legs open, the lips of her pussy jerking in tiny, involuntary convulsions around the hard surface of her dildo. Next to Laura was Melinda, whose magnificent body gleamed with a thin film of body oil. Her great breasts seemed to be trembling, and it was evident that she was quickly approaching the limits of her control. Pam's "Big Sister," Linda, was between Melinda and Ta-mara. Linda was the only woman in the circle who was speaking, her voice a soft, calm whisper, her words an endless litany of bizarre and erotic invitations to the men who stood over her. Her eyes were open, and a tight, tense smile played at her swollen, very-red lips.

Within the circle, Dianna and Pam lay on their backs, the tops of their heads only a few inches from the other. Both of the women were still blindfolded; neither said a word, both absorbing the soft, erotic sounds around them. The men moved around the outside of the circle, inspecting the women, occasionally kneeling down between spread-open thighs, peering up into the collective soft pink flesh of the living, fleshy toys. None of the men was speaking, each completely concentrating as he lost himself in his examination of the dripping pink pleasures displayed before him. The inspection continued for maybe fifteen minutes, none of the men touching the women forming the circle, but simply enjoying them with their hungry, greedy eyes. Finally Ron motioned to the other men with his eyes, and each of the men knelt between the splayed-open thighs of the woman nearest him. In perfect unison the men took the several individual control boxes and turned the small plastic knobs to "on." There was immediately the faint sound of a muffled, electronic humming, as the vibrators trembled into mechanical life. The women reacted to the sudden living pressure inside of them: Tamara moaned loudly, then arched up high above the rug, the lips of her cunt opening and closing around her burden; Linda's whispered invitations ceased at the first sound of the buzzing, her words turning into a wet, slow panting; Vivian was groaning loudly as Bob, kneeling between her thighs, twisted the knob of the control box back and forth, teasing her with the constantly changing intensity of the quick deniable movement. Carol's fingers were pulling at the lips of her pussy, pulling herself open, her huge breasts shaking as she twisted back and forth on the rug. Frank had her control box in his hands and discovered that a slow deliberate trembling excited her the most. Eve, whose tiny delicate features called to mind a small porcelain doll, appeared ready to soar into her climax. Ron was sitting between her knees, holding her control, watching her intently as she bucked up and down on the dildo buried within her. Barbara's whole body was trembling as her plastic cock came alive inside of her, her hands jerking over her body, her fingers playing at her mouth, then to her nipples, back to her mouth, then down between her legs; I watched her as she twisted and turned on the rug, a man sitting between her legs, two or three other men standing over her, watching appreciatively as she performed her squirming, writhing dance. Across the circle from Barbara, Melinda was groaning loudly, her spectacular breasts shaking in rhythm to her almost convulsive shaking. The heavy sweet scent of musk perfumed the room; the men remained silent as they watched the women struggle on the floor. The only sounds in the room being the music and the rnoans and the crackling of the fire and the almost-imperceptible muffled hum of the vibrators. And within minutes the moaning grew louder and louder until only the snapping of the fire broke through their increasingly urgent pleadings. Tamara, directly in front of me on the rug, groaned loudly and twisted to her right, grabbing at Samantha, her fingers grasping the woman's breasts. Tamara managed to keep her ass flat on the floor as she turned, her legs still spread, Bill remaining between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing and humming deep within the convulsing vault of her pussy. Ted was still teasing Samantha with the white plastic prick, and the girl responded to Tamara's demands, lifting her head up, her open mouth finding Tamara's tongue. The two women squirmed together now, their breasts pressed together, their hands and mouths exploring the body of the other, their legs, all the while, keeping open, displaying the two white wires that snaked out of their cunts. At the opposite side of the circle and slightly to my left, Vivian had turned over onto her hands and knees. She held her fantastically curving ass high in the air, her thighs spread wide apart. Her wire fell from between the lips of her glistening cunt, arching just above the rug, and then trailing out behind her, disappearing into the small white box still held by Bob, who was now positioned between her ankles. Viv had turned to her left slightly so that her head was now over Carol, who was bucking up and down, evidently lost in the first swirlings of her orgasm. Vivian lowered her head to Carol's breasts, her tongue first teasing one nipple and then the other. Carol's groans grew louder and louder, the lips of her exposed, gleaming cunt convulsing open and then shut and then open again. Carol threw her arms around Vivian's neck, pulling her head down to her breasts, forcing Viv's mouth over her stiffly erect, bright-red nipples. Other women had turned to the writhing, shuddering flesh of their partners, and soon the circle became an otherworldly mass of arms and hands, grabbing and caressing; thighs spread wide, women discovering the taste and smell and climaxes of others, writhing and twisting and pleading. The men remained silent, watching the women with an almost touchable intensity. Barbara, Susan and Eve were locked together in a three-way embrace, their legs tangled in the wires that still dangled out from between their legs, their tongues and fingers darting into each others' cunt, their moans and whimperings reaching a crescendo together as they soared into their collective climax, their juices and demanding throaty whispers all merging together as all the while their men kept their fingers on the control knobs, all the while the white plastic ben-wa balls trembling in their boxes. All of the women in the circle were by this time prisoners of their orgasms, all of them locked together in one majestic all-encompassing climax. None of the men, however, seemed ready to relent in their electronic teasing with the vibrators, letting them run on and on and on, even as the hungry searching tongues and fingers licked and rubbed over and against the devices in the hot wetness of the open, jerking cunts. The buzzing of the dildos drove the women into a growing sexual frenzy, shuddering in desperation, screaming silently for release. As the women in the circle soared higher and higher into their wrenching shared release, Dianna and Pam, still blindfolded and on their backs, responded to the increasing movememt and sounds all around them. Dianna's hands had both disappeared under the thin blue gauzy material that had been draped over her body. Her knees were lifted and she had spread her legs open. The fall of the cloth failed to hide her cunt, and several of the men were watching as her fingers snaked their way between the lips of her wondrous pussy, dipping into her open, inviting entrance. A thin, glistening line traced the flow of her own juices as they overflowed from her cunt, streaming slowly down the inside of her thighs. She was moving her head from side to side, excited by what her ears and mind were telling her was happening all around the lusty circle. Someone had slipped a cushion under Pam's ass; her own hands had pulled her covering up over her waist, as her fingers found and then held open her young sweet labia. The pink of her pussy was bright and glistening and, like Dianna, her juices were flowing out from her cunt as the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of the soft, trembling entrance. Then Laura, now on her hands and knees, the white wire trailing opt from between her legs, moved to Dianna, positioning herself between Dee's thighs. Laura's man, Ted, moved behind her, his hands still holding the control to her vibrator. Laura, her moaning having become a hoarse whisper, extended her hands, pulling Dianna's legs wider; quickly, she lowered herself, her mouth pressing hard against Dee's cunt. Dianna arched up, high off the surface of the rug, invitig her new partner into her hot damp lush-ness. Laura accepted the invitation enthusiastically, running her tongue over the pink flesh between the lips of Dianna's cunt. Dianna, her blindfold making her appear more and more vulnerable to the chaotic needs of those around her, gasped and arched up at Laura's invading mouth. Soft wet sounds of sucking welled into the throaty whispered moaning and demands of need. Sa-mantha, also on her hands and knees, crawled toward Dianna from the other side of the circle. She kept her legs open and her ass high in the air as she moved, exposing her pussy to those of us behind her. She reached out and pulled the transparent blue material from over Dianna's body and then lowered her face between Dee's huge round breasts, her fingers flitting gently over Dianna's face and then teasing at her mouth. Dianna, her cunt already filled with Laura's tongue, seemed to slip off the ice-thin precipice of her control as Sam reversed her position and lifted one leg over her, squatting down on Dianna beneath her, first grinding her pussy down against the airy firm softness of Dianna's breasts, and then moving backwards a few inches, pushing her overflowing cunt back against Dianna's waiting mouth. Sam straightened her back; the vibrator still hummed down in her depths as Dianna sucked and ate at her wetness; Laura continued to feast on Dianna, Laura still riding her dildo. The three women seemed to meld into one fleshy mass of arms and legs and breasts and thighs, twisting and moving in rhythm to the needs of the others. The three were joined by Tamara, who began mouthing Laura's breasts; the tall dark golden woman was gasping, her excitement having reached such a screaming intensity that it appeared that she was having difficulty in catching I;r breath. My cock strained as I watched the glorious Polynesian am-azon, her thighs open, the lips of her twat shaking in concert with the vibrator buried in her steaming depths, the tongues and fingers teasing at her. Dianna went wild as Tamara's tongue joined Laura's in its examination of Dianna's pussy. The thrashing bodies of all four women were now covered with the sweet sticky juices of the others, their gasps and whispered throaty pleadings, like their seemingly endless shared release, becoming one. The original fleshy circle had by this time given up all semblance of its original shape, the women now crawling and clutching, grabbing and holding and sucking at the bodies around them. The men remained silent, watching the incredible sexual drama taking place before their eyes, their quiet stares intense with a fascination that bordered on the hypnotic. Most of the men still held onto the controls of the individual women. Those who.did not sat just beyond the flailing arms and spread thighs, taking in the now almost frenzied coming of the women. Three of the women had moved to the young body of Pam, burying her under their own sweating, straining needs, licking and eating and sucking at her as she remained on her back, still blindfolded, in what had originally been the center of the circle. I moved to my right in order to get an unobstructed view as Linda squatted down over Pam's mouth, just as Barbara drove her tongue up inside the young girl's cunt. Directly in front of me, Carol and Melinda, one straddling the other, their legs entangled in the wires that continued to power the two vibrators still hidden and buzzing deep within them, were locked together in a tight embrace, Me-linda's face buried in the pink wetness between Carol's legs, Carol's face buried in the pink wetness between Melinda's. One of the two young men again appeared. Still wearing his black-leather g-string, the material still straining out against the pressure of his excitement, he was carrying a large circular silver tray. On the surface of the tray were arranged an assortment of oils and dildos and vibrators and creams. The teenaged stud placed the tray on a table just beyond the writhing carpet of women on the floor. Bill stepped over to the table and picked up a long, double-headed dildo, and then moved carefully through the tangled arms and legs to where Dianna squirmed beneath her two lovers. Bill motioned to the women to move back; he then turned the still-sightless Dianna over onto her stomach, slipping a pillow under her belly. The dildo he held in his hand was about two feet long, a bulging head at each end. The middle portion was flexible, the end portions firm. It appeared to be made from a white plastic or rubber. Bill dabbed each end with some of the oil he had taken from the tray. Dianna's pussy, glistening with her love sauce, was already open and waiting. Vivian crawled over behind Dianna and, as Bill inserted one end into Dianna's ready cunt, Viv stretched her open. Dee groaned as Bill inserted the long tube up into her waiting crotch. Then Vivian moved her hands up to the crest of Dianna's ass. Pulling her cheeks open, she held Dianna wide as Bill inserted the second headed end down into her asshole. The tube curved at its soft, flexible middle as Bill then pushed each of the two ends father and father into her. Along with most of the others in the room, I watched as Dianna lowered her head to the rug beneath her. Her throaty moans turned into a gasping whimper as Bill began to pump both ends of the rubber cock, slowly, deliberately, gentle quick motions, one head sliding along the slippery lush pink of her pussy, the second head moving through her hot oiled tightness. Dianna once again soared into her orgasm, her ass rotating high in the air, riding the fullness of her twin invaders.

Just to my right, Ted was holding Melinda, the woman on her hands and knees. Ron was behind her, reaching into her cunt and then pulling out the still-buzzing plastic egg. Melinda had been captured in the fine wet nest of her coming for several minutes, and the white dildo made a wet dripping sound as it was pulled from her pussy. Ron then stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. His prick was huge, standing out from his body like a tightly springed pipe. He moved up closer to the woman. With Ted still holding Melinda around the shoulders, his fingers graspr ing her great hanging tits, Ron pushed his cock down between the lips of her cunt, driving his anxious shaft high up into her steaming tight pussy. Melinda squatted back down against him, moaning loudly. Ron began his grinding thrusting dance, plunging his prick down into her. By this time, Bob had taken the vibrator from Linda. Frank had joined the two. Linda, still caught tightly in the dizzying throws of her climax, was on her hands and knees; Frank, now naked also, had slipped under her, and the woman had immediately slid down on his prick, sliding it high up into her by the force of her own weight. Bob then moved around behind her and, as Linda moved up and down on Frank's throbbing cock, Bob mounted her from behind, slowly and gently forcing his prick up into the dark hot tightness of her anus. Linda gasped as the two men stuffed her with their straining hardness. Jane, the thin white wire of her dildo still hanging out from between the lips of her cunt, crawled over to where Linda was lost in the chaotic climax of her magnificent fucking, and began sucking on Linda's breasts. Her tongue flitted and teased over the hard nipples of the impaled woman. I looked back over to Dianna. Bill was still playing with her urgent demanding desires, pumping the double-headed tube of the dildo back and forth in her pussy and in her ass, driving the struggling woman farther and farther into the wrenching falling tunnel of her release. Vivian's attention had turned to the young, still-blindfolded Pam. As the girl pulled the lips of her pussy open, Viv found the dripping wet pink flesh of her cunt, licking and lapping at her flowing juices. Jack had begun sucking at Pam's nipples, his hands roaming up and down over her flat hard belly, and then around and across her firm full breasts. John appeared next to Pam's left shoulder. He was naked, and his huge dick extended out over Pam's face. He leaned over a bit, then took the bulging head of his prick in his fingers and pressed it down to Pam's lips. The sightless woman opened her mouth at the touch, her tongue flicking out; I saw a small single drop of precum form a round, opaque pearl on John's pulsing purple glans. Slowly, he pushed his cock between Pam's lips and into the young girl's mouth. Pam accepted all of it, letting John's pecker fill her mouth just as Viv's tongue was filling her snatch. Jack's mouth continued to suck at her luscious ripe breasts as Pam crashed into a twisting sexual rush, spinning past the frontiers of her most distant journey, exploring newly expanding limits to the pleasures that she could feel. Rich knelt down next to the four lovers, watching intently as Vivian licked Pam's gleaming pink flesh. Then Rich moved behind Vivian, and as she held her pert ass up in the air as she ate Pam's cunt, Rich reached into her pussy and pulled the still-trembling dildo from the convulsing wetness of her cunt. Then, moving forward on his knees, he drove his cock up into Viv's accepting pussy, leaning over her, his arms reaching around and holding her to him. Rich rode Vivian hard, bucking against her.

Hands were grasping at my legs. I looked down. Tamara was on her hands and knees at my feet. The vibrator was still buzzing deep inside her. her enticing body was shuddering with the strain of her coming. Her eyes were wide open. She looked up at me. Her voice was a low, pleading whisper.

"Fuck me… please, now… I want your cock inside… please… now… please fuck me, please." 1 had my clothes off in a matter of seconds. I lowered myself to the rug. I pulled Tamara over onto her back, she lifted and spread her thighs wide, displaying the dripping pinkness of her waiting and anxious cunt. Lifting her head up a few inches off the floor, she watched my eyes as the lips of her pussy responded to her incredible control, opening and closing on command in slow, jerking motions, inviting me into her, wet soft sounds accompanying the twitching movement. I reached down and ran my hand over her wetness. Her cunt was hot and ready. Bracing myself with my hands, I lowered myself down to her. The lips of her cunt opened as I slid my cockhead down into her wonderful pussy, and then closed over my shaft, the flood of my excitement now beginning to surge around my balls. Her uncanny control extended past her labia, the very depths of her cunt churning and grabbing at my cock as I pushed farther and farther into her. She pulled her thighs wider apart until I had buried my shaft into her to the hilt.

I looked across the writhing carpet of horny bodies to Dianna. The dildo had been taken from her; three men knelt by her. Bill had mounted her from behind, his cock disappearing between the lips of her pussy. Ted was now holding her, pushing her backwards against Bill. Jim was on Ms back, his face looking up directly under her breasts. Dee was pressing her nipples into his mouth as she came, her pressure against his face distorting the soft round curves of her gigantic magnificent breasts. Pam moaned loudly; John, his cock still pumping back and forth between the teenage girl's lip, answered with a gasping whisper of his own. He stiffened and then, as the thick hot white cream of his release shot out into Pam's mouth, the two fell into their coming; Ron was suddenly between Pam's thighs, then inside of her, fucking her cunt as John was fucking her mouth. Tamara's cunt continued to open and close around my penis. Her hot wetness felt as if she were trying to suck the scum from my cock with her pussy. My mouth lowered around her breasts as I ground against her. Then I heard Dianna moan loudly, and Bill began pumping into her violently. Dianna turned her head back over her shoulder and whispered something I couldn't hear. Bill strained and, with Dee moaning loudly past the far reaches of her control, began to flood into her. Dianna bucked against him, her nipple still held in the wet grasp of Jim's sucking lips. Suddenly I felt my nuts jerk in convulsion, and the tide of my release surged past my own limits, shooting out into Tamara's waiting, accepting pussy. The woman gasped as I inundated into her, my warm thick fluids overflowing into her. Tamara's legs wrapped around me, holding me to her. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut; her whole body shuddered. She uttered what sounded like a sharp, high-pitched cry, then, still holding me within the fleshy firm grip on her thighs, rocketed into her orgasm, arching and bucking and twisting against me, the sucking hot flesh of her cunt drinking in my semen.

I looked back over to Dianna. Bill had finished with her and had pulled his prick from her. His place had been taken by Ted, who, within seconds of entering her, began to fill her with his own desperate release. I kept pumping into the insatiable Tamara, watching Ted ball Dianna.

Minutes passed, until finally I had nothing more to give the woman. I pulled from her, Ron immediately moving to her, quickly driving his rock-hard plank into her. Her climax continued as Ron and I switched places, then rising up to new, unexplored heights as the new and unfamilar cock stuffed into her. I turned to my right. Barbara was on her hands and knees, her head down against Frank, her mouth filled with his prick. She held her ass high up in the air, displaying the inviting glimmering pink flesh of her pussy. My cock hardened once again and, as Ted continued to fill my wife, I fucked Barbara, mounting her and driving myself down into her pussy. She arched up, spreading her thighs wide. Just as Frank exploded into her mouth, my own release fired into her cunt. She moaned as we both filled her together, rotating her rear end in a wide, slowly traced circle as I pumped and pumped again into her. As my cock jerked its white creamy load into Barbara, Parn was suddenly kneeling next to me. She was still blindfolded, her hands finding my shoulders, then my face. She moved closer, pressing her firm young tits into my mouth. Sated finally by Barbara, I withdrew from her and moved to Pam. She immediately laid back on the rug, spreading her legs, pleading with me to take her. Her fingers pulled open her youthful pussy for my stare. Slow-moving, sticky streams of her several lovers' cum emanated from between the lips of her cunt as she invited me into her. Though old enough tp possess a consummate skill at fucking, she was still young enough to be driven by a fresh anxious enthusiasm, and each of my movements was answered by one of hers. Her twat was a tight, warm, slippery tube, strong and grabbing; my fingers dug into the softness of her ripe firm boobs, and my lips sucked at the bright-redness of her nipples. She arched up beneath me, holding herself up under my weight, holding her cunt up so that I could thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her face shifted from side to side until finally she broke into the infinite tumbling of her climax; my thighs stiffened at her first cries of release, and then I gushed into her, my^emen showering into the young sucking tightness of her snatch. Dianna's whimpering release added to the universal eclectic excitement as I filled the sultry teenager beneath me. Rich, seeing that I had taken Pam, was now mounting Dianna, driving his cock into her anus even as Ted was spilling his seed into her pussy. Dianna groaned loudly at the pressure; then, squatting back against him, drove his shaft farther up into her dark tightness. He came immediately, his jizz mixing with that of those who had taken her earlier. I continued to spill into Pam until I thought that her sucking crotch might pull all of me into her. In some mystical way, my entire body would be transformed into one great opaque geyser of my own release, flooding through myself and into her. I gasped for breath, finding that the musky scent of the woman's anticipation was so heavy in the air that I could taste it. The crackling of the fire mingled with her moans and breathy whisperings of the lovers, and that in turn melded into the incessant music that mellowed into the room like an invisible thick cloud. For the next several infinite periods of time, hungry, searching bodies moved to other hungry searching bodies, tasting and eating and fucking together, curves and hardness becoming one, then moving on to other bodies, lofty peaks reached with one and two and three and sometimes four other bodies at one peak at a time; and never during that brief fleeting span of infinity did the bodies stop; beyond both control and release, trapped out beyond their own ability to be satisfied, everyone tumbled together through the one shared orgasm, locked together in one single massive fucking. Minutes became tens of minutes, and the tens of minutes became parts of hours, and still it continued. It seemed that I had taken every woman in the room; flashes of fantastic visions screamed across my mind even as I lived through them: standing over Melinda as she streaked through a dizzying climax along with four other men; the woman was on her back, thrashing under our weight as we covered her, tongues sucking and licking at her tasty bod, cocks thrusting into her, fingers grabbing at her; her great round breasts were covered with the warm creamy reiief of those who had used her before; Vivian spread open and wide, riding three of us at one time, three cocks spurting into her as she soared in an explosion of frenzy far beyond where she had ever soared before. I took Dianna from behind, my cock sliding through the warm creamy ocean of release left there by those who had taken her before. I filled Dianna as she came, her great boobs shaking from side to side as she convulsed through her never-ending climax. By that time, most of the women were overflowing with the cum of their male lovers, creamy strands of semen seeping from between the lips of their pussies, rolling gently down the inside of trembling, shaking thighs, staining with dark wet spots the fleece of the rug beneath them. At one point, I rested for a few minutes, watching Linda and Jane enjoy each other's body, their fucking so intense as to inspire several of the other women around them to ride the winds of their orgasm for a few million miles, at least, on the softness and the wetness of their sisters in sex. I exploded into Melinda's ass as she squatted down, impaled on Samantha's tongue. With Bob holding Laura's buttocks open, I inserted a long thin rubber dildo into her dark tight opening, just as she and Ta-mara, the two of them with their tongues in one another's cunt, rode the other through the soft wet crashing of their shared orgasm. One of the men had stuffed one end of the long double-headed dildo into Carol's ass and, on her hands and knees, she took several of the men as they mounted her from behind, the long tube of the rubber prick hanging out from the cheeks of her luscious ass, swinging from side to side as she shuddered to the rhythm of her coming. And then it continued further and further into the night, every sensation and experience and feeling mixing and melding into one endless blue of lust. Until finally, it was quiet. Somewhere back in my memory I might have been able to recall exactly at what point in time the frenetic desperate motion had ceased, and the absolute stillness had begun, but a deep sleep overtook me as it did most of the others in the room and I no longer really cared. Those who stayed awake remained around the rug, most with their eyes closed, all silent, luxuriating in the great final flood of release and rest. Muscles that had been tensed to the point of snapping fell lax and limp; the vacuum created by the continuous release of energy filled slowly with the sleep and the silence, the tired used bodies quickly drinking in the refreshing interval in their effort to restore themselves. I noticed just before dropping into the spinning blackness of my own sleep that even the sharp erratic snapping of the fire had grown silent, the once-leaping red and gold flames having receded, leaving only the warm, charred skeleton of the great logs that provided the nourishment for the fire. One of the tall French doors leading out onto the patio was slightly ajar, and the heavy perfumed air of the room drifted out, replaced by the slightly warm, slightly cool air from the dark of the early morning, drifting in, rushing against the white sheer drapes framing the tall paned doors on each side. I was half on my back, half on my left side, my right arm draped over Dianna's waist; Pam lying just behind me, the tips of her nipples brushing up against my shoulders as she breathed. All around me were other naked bodies, all huddled together in the protective dark envelope of sleep. I heard the cry of a bird from far off in the darkness, surrounding the house, and I indenti-fied it as one of the many types of owls that abounded in the area. The sky was taking on that pitch-black star-sparkling blackness that it does sometimes as the earth spins into the first of the early morning hours. I watched the stars through the windows to my left for a few seconds, listening to Dianna's finally satisfied brathing. And then I slept. Although my body was tired beyond anything I had ever felt before, my mind reveled in the quietude. Flashes of Dianna passed across the darkness, visions of her spectacular curving body, and the overwhelming enthusiasm with which she pursued whatever pleasures she could find to enhance the pleasures of that same body. I remembered back a year or two before, when Dianna had volunteered to be the star performer in an annually held New Year's Eve Show, the show restricted to an audience of highrolling couples, the show really serving as merely an excuse for the display of Dianna's expansive sexual expertise. The show had ended with the audience on stage, everyone who had watched Dianna perform driven into an unstoppable sexual rush, men and women fucking one after the other, Dianna rejoicing in the flood of attention lavished on her as she yielded herself up to my directions. I recalled at a place far removed from where I now napped a vacation the two of us had shared. Bathed in the sun of an isolated South Pacific island, we were given the opportunity to witness a ceremony of the Islanders, performed to welcome the tribe's young girls to the world of womanhood. The four girls who had just that year reached the tradition-required age of eighteen had presented themselves to the adults of the tribe, and Dianna and I along with all of the others virtually feasted on the girls, sating ourselves with the new, untried bodies. Impressions of huge round brown breasts tipped with the bright stiff pinkness of their nipples; the honey-sweet taste of their juices, the firm soft grasps of their tight virginal cunts. After the girls had been made women, those present became trapped by their own demanding needs, and I held Dianna as several of the huge bronze-tanned men took her, spilling their seed into her softness just as I had gushed out into their women but moments earlier. It seemed like only weeks before that night at the mansion with The Group that I had taken Dianna to an inn hidden far out in the isolation of the countryside, a small place lost out among the trees and the rolling hills of small farms and miniature forests. There, Dianna, along with the other dozen-or-so female guests, was taught to transport herself into a perfect state of sexual acceptance; my brain stirred in the clutch of my sleep as I recalled the main room of the inn on the final night of the weekend, all of the women positioned around the room by the whims of the mistress of the house; the men were ushered into the room to be confronted by the display of the women, their legs bound open, the pink red flesh of their cunts glistening with their slippery anticipation, all inviting all and any of us to use them in any way we wished. I took several of the women that night, filling them as I watched several of the other men filling Dianna, she drenching herself in the seemingly endless reservoir of raunchy release. In the darkness of my sleep I could feel a slight stirring in my balls as I remembered what Dianna looked like as I arranged for the intensity of her needs and efforts to be recorded on film. Her role as the featured performer in a film made for the fantasies of unknown viewers enhanced her enjoyment of her several lovers that day, and the knowledge that the experience would be viewed by others long into the future added even more excitement, until finally, by satisfying the needs of those unknown others, she satisfied her own visi-sions of Dianna coming to the fucking of her men, the leris of the all-seeing camera just inches from her cunt, swept through my mind like the whispy rag-tag end of a dream.

And then even my mind surrendered, as it joined my body in the black swirling cave of my exhaustion. The first hints of consciousness were the sounds of movement around me, more feelings than sounds, really. By the time I managed to open my eyes, most of the women had already disappeared from the room, refreshing themselves over the basins of the mansions's several bathrooms. Several of the men had also fallen back into the real world and were struggling into their clothes. Someone had closed the door leading outside and, with fresh logs on the fire, the room was warming slowly to a toasty coziness. 1 chatted with Bill as I climbed into my clothes. As the men straightened to their feet, and into their pants and suits, most of them headed for the bar, thirsty for a drink. Bill and I joined the others. We talked together for maybe half an hour. The voices were quiet and hushed, the music and the crackling of the fire being the loudest sounds in the room. A few of us then strayed outside onto the brick patio. My body, like those of the others, labored under the burden of weary muscles; sore legs and tired backs, a general feeling of fatique resulting from the strain of the evening's activities. And yet I regretted the quick passage of time, the lateness of the hour; my mind was still filled with visions and fantasies that it wanted to pursue, and, in spite of the fact that the next gathering would be held with the next few weeks, I was not fond of having to leave this hedonistic wonderland. I hadn't realized how late it really was until I stepped out into the night air. The moon had arched over the sky and, by now, had disap*-peared somewhere off beyond the horizon. The stars twinkled down seemingly brighter than ever, blinking silver points suspended somewhere out beyond the skies; the extreme eastern horizon was just beginning to show the faintest golden tinges of the morning sun's colors, and the earliest traces of a fresh morning breeze were beginning to wisp out over the lawn. There was a chill in the air, and the trees marking the limits of the estate were beginning to come alive with the chirpings of hungry baby birds.

I talked with Bill and Ron for a few minutes. Ted and Pam's husband, Rich, joined us later. We finished off our drinks, and then Ron produced a couple of joints, and, figuring what the hell, took a good deep hit and then another, until by the time the roach was stubbed out, my mind was once again churning with lazy, lofting rushes. The women finally began to reappear. Dianna joined us out on the patio along with Vivian. I was surprised to find Dianna looking almost as if she were about to begin the evening rather than end it. She was, once again, wearing the clothes she had arrived with, and, except for the telltale slight droop of her eyelids, she looked as she did hours earlier, at the start of the night. Dianna told me how much she had enjoyed the sexual adventure, which was identical to the message betrayed by her sleepy, satisfied smile. Bill and Ron both complimented her on both of her performances and what they called her "other activities." Pam arrived out on the deck shortly after Dee and Viv. She looked tired, but said that her "birthday present" had proven to be probably the most memorable night of her life and that she was already looking ahead to the next gathering. I felt a quickening in my balls when I realized that I would be given another opportunity to take the young women again, if only I could wait a few weeks. Vivian was wearing a thick white terry-cloth robe, the hem almost reaching the floor. She had decided not to dress, as she and Ron would be spending the night, or what was left of it, anyway, at the mansion. Then Ron asked if we'd care to stay over with them. I told him that we really wouldn't be able to, but that we could delay our departure for a little while, maybe relaxing and for some coffee. Pam and Rich, along with about six of the other couples, began to say their goodnights. Ta-mara promised everyone that she and David would be attending the next party. Barbara was almost sound asleep as Bill half-carried her down the driveway to the car. Others left, and by the time I was catching my second wind, only six other couples remained: Ron and Viv, Bob and Samantha, Jim and Linda, Jane and Jack, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank. Vivian finally pulled the huge wooden front door closed, waving her goodbyes to the last of the departing couples, David and Tamara, just as Linda, the last of the women to reappear on the patio, stepped outside. Dianna joined Vivian in the kitchen as the two women began brewing some strong hot cof-fee. The rest of us settled down in the livingroom, sitting on the couches that we had moved back into the center of the room. Dee and Viv came out of the kitchen, coffee steaming on the trays they carried. The coffee was rich, and it seemed to work wonders on both my mind and body as I drank it. Ron went out in back and got some more logs for the fire, then poked and shoveled at the dying golden embers in the fireplace; he put one of the fresh logs on the andirons, and within fifteen minutes the fire was once again crackling and hissing loudly, filling the room with walls and ceilings of erratic dancing shadows and an all-enveloping warmth that no mechanical heater could provide. Vivian brought a tray loaded with sandwiches over to where we were sitting, and between the coffee and the food, everyone was once again, relatively speaking, wide awake.

Dianna and I were sitting on the couch together, my arm around her shoulders. Ron and Viv sat on the love-seat across from us, on the other side of the coffee table. Bob and Samantha had reclined back on the floor, their backs propped up against the frame of the couch; Jim and Linda were also on the floor, on their sides by the table; Jack and Jane were next to them on the floor; the remaining four, Eve and Ted and Susan and Frank, were all by the fire, curled up directly in front of the flames. The chattering of the birds outside was growing louder, and the eastern horizon was showing more and more gold and silver tint, and less and less of the inky blackness of the fast retreating night. Dianna was talking primarily with the other women, and every few minutes one or two of them would laugh in response to a remark made by one of the others. We had a second cup of coffee, most of the men taking a second sandwich off the tray. Someone remarked-Ted, I believe it was-as to how wide awake he felt, and everyone then mentioned that they felt the same. Then Jim began talking, recalling how The Group originally came into being. He and Ron had met at a fishing lodge one summer. They got together later when they both had returned home, for a baseball game, and then about three weeks later, this third time also in the company of Vivian and Linda. Jim remarked as to how well Vivian and Linda got along, and then Ron added that the next evening Viv had told him that she found herself terribly excited by Jim. During the next couple of weeks, Jim and Ron arranged a two-couple party for the next weekend, and that forth meeting provided the opportunity for the two couples to experience their first shared sexual explorations. After about six months of semi-monthly gatherings, the lusty quartet had become convinced that the matchings were_perfect, and their relationship evolved and developed into a solid friendship. About a year after the first meeting, Ron and Viv had the occasion to meet Ted and Eve. After a discussion with Jim and Linda, the new couple was invited to join the original four. Later, Bill and Barbara were added to the mix. At about this point, the idea of an organized group was considered, and some informal rules, all designed to enhance the experience, were agreed upon, most of them concerning the future admission of additional couples: all would have to be married, all attractive, all understanding and devoted to the concept that the thrills of physical enjoyment were something that should be fostered and enjoyed to the greatest extent possible; and that any applicants would have to be approved unanimously. It was also at this point that the couples started referring to themselves as "The Group." During the next year, three more couples were admitted, and with these couples came the idea of what Ron referred to as the "Admission Ritual." Parties began to be held on a monthly basis and, at the time of admission, each couple was now required to attend at least eight of the parties a year. Ron and Jack both told us that probably after The Group reached a membership of twenty couples, the membership would be considered closed. Not to my surprise, we were told that Dianna and I, as well as Rich and Pam, had weathered the ritual with flying colors, and could consider ourselves members of The Group from here on out. I asked Ron about the mansion, and he told me that the members were able to rent it for certain weekends during the year from a couple who spent a great deal of time traveling in Europe. The owners were actually members themselves, and that we would probably meet them at the next party. Actually, Ron elaborated, the owners provied the house rent-free, and were therefore not required, as were the others, to contribute to the expenses. The thought of future parties tickled at my balls, and I could feel a slight stiffening in my cock at the idea of more opportunities to Jose myself in fantasies similar to this evening's. The conversation then turned to the party. Jack complimented Dianna on her performance; he had seen the first of the two. Dee blushed her thank you's. Someone else mentioned Tamara and her amazing ability of physical control. I remarked that I had watched her for a few minutes earlier in the eveing during one of the "breaks" out on the patio, and that I had a difficult time forcing myself to believe what I was seeing. The talk went on, and I found myself excited by the recounting of the earlier hours. I noticed that Ron had slipped his hand under the fluffy white material of Vivian's robe, and his hands were casually caressing the woman's great round softness.' Dianna had moved closer against me, and through the thin material of her blouse, her nipples began to stiffen against the fabric. Viv asked if anyone wanted a joint and, at several affirmative murmurs, leaned over to the table to take a couple of the slightly straw-colored cigarettes off the tray. As she leaned over in front of me, her robe parted and her left breast swung free. After she returned to the couch, she made no effort to close her robe, and I began to feel a growing need to take the magnificent soft globes into my mouth. The dope began to take hold and Linda, Jim's hand now running lightly up and down her thigh, began talking about how much she had enjoyed the final hours of the party, when the idea of inhibitions seemed to be as rare and unthinkable as not coming to the party at all. Linda took another joint from the tray, lit it, took a giant hit, and then passed it over to Dianna. Expelling the heavy grey smoke in a thick perfumed stream, she 161 said with a wide, satisfied smile on her lips that at one point she had been on her hands and knees, with Frank in her pussy; she remembered turning her head back over her shoulder just as she and Frank had begun to come, and opening her eyes for a few brief seconds, saw three other men kneeling by her side, waiting patiently for an opportunity to fuck her. The idea of accepting man after man after man seemed to slam into her mind like a rocket, sending,her into a climax that she thought would never cease. Susan asked Dianna how she had enjoyed the Initiation Ritual.

"I loved it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Having an us ending supply of lovers… I just couldn't believe the feeling. And knowing that so many people were watching me, Jesus… Understand, Ben and I, well, he enjoys using me… or, really, I guess, my body, and my body, well, it enjoys being used. Having Ben telling me to accept the other men… and women… God, what a fantasy come true."

"So you'll be back?" Samantha's voice carried an anxious note of hope in its tone. "Oh, God, you'd better beleive it," Dianna an- swered. A slow dreamy smile played at her lips. "God, Sam… sometime during the evening… God, when was it… I was… uh… tasting you, and Ron was inside of my pussy… Sam, you were so wet, you move so well…"

The talk was becoming more intimate, and there seemed to be the first hints of a growing sexual tension filling the room. Bob's hand went between Samantha's legs, and she spread them a bit to widen his path.

"You know," Bob began, first lighting and taking a hit off another joint, "what we should really do-since everyone is agreed that this was probably the best of our parties-is finish off the evening in a really special way. Make it a great ending to a great evening." Everyone else in the room, after a few initial moans and groans, voiced enthusiastic support for the idea. The problem was to think of something that could top what had taken place just a few hours before. Several ideas were proposed, all being quickly dismissed as being either anatomically impossible or requiring too much energy. By this time, the discussion had become a game, with even the most weary of us shouting out bizarre sexual groupings and activities through the laughter.

"I've got it!" announced Jack. He stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He was talking to himself, as if muttering over the sudden idea captured within his head.

"So… we're waiting, Jack…" Samantha looked up at him, smiling. We all became silent, eager for him to explain his plan.

"Oh… Oh… I'll need one woman…" he turned to face Dianna. "Great, Dianna, only fair, you being one of the newest members… Besides, I'll guarantee that you're going to enjoy this, yes… and, yes… yes, I'll need an assistant… Sam, yes, yes, you'll do perfectly… c'mon, Dee…"

Dianna turned to me, half-laugh and half-smile playing across her mouth; she shrugged her shoulders, stood up and stepped over to where Jack waited. Samanatha disentangled herself from Bob's hands and joined the two. "So what's the plan, Jack?" Ron asked.

"Uh… it'll have to be a surprise. You'll just have to be patient." "C'mon… we demand to know!" Vivian's laughing demand was echoed by our protests. Jack held his hand up in mock solemnity.

"Now, now… tell you what. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll treat you to a real ending for the party. I guarantee, really. Trust me."

After a few more pleas, all of which were ignored, Jack took the two women by the hand and guided then out through the door leading down a short hall and then into the dining room/kitchen portion of the great house. As he left the room, he turned-back to us.

"But… I must have absolute privacy until I'm ready. I'll be out in about twenty minutes." With that he disappeared into the darkness of the hall, pulling the heavy wooden door closed behind him.

The rest of us turned back to the fire. Vivian motioned me to sit down next to her and Ron, who were now on the floor directly in front of the fire. I lowered myself to the carpet behind her, Ron to her front. Linda got out another joint and it made several rounds before its tiny remnants were dropped into the large glass ashtray.

Viv wondered aloud about what Jack had planned.

"God, my curiosity is killing me,"she said. Her back was to me; she reached back and took my right hand in hers. Spreading apart her thighs, she placed my hand between her shapely legs, up against her pussy. I could feel her warmth through the fabric of the robe. My mind was once again beginning to take on a decided tilt, and thoughts of what Jack and Samantha might be doing to Dianna, and the lust wet softness of the woman next to me, began to force that slightly aching, slighting tingling feeling swirling back around my nuts.

The door to the hallway opened and Jack popped his head into the livingroom.

"Need ten more minutes," he said, smiling, then pulling his head back into the hall, closing the door sharply as he disappeared once again, quickly enough to avoid our new protests.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, the door once again swung open. Jack stepped into the livingroom, a broad smile on his face.

"Follow me, eef you pleeze," he said, trying with little success but much humor to take on an ersatz French accent. We all stood up, anxious to discover Jack's great secret. I helped Vivian to her feet, and with the others joined in a very rag-tag line with Jack at the head. When he was satisfied with our seriousness, he led us out of the livingroom and down the hall; at the end of which two beautifully carved doors stood closed against our laughing advanced column. When we reached the doors, Jack again held up his hand, bringing us to a bumping, giggling halt. Our leader then turned and took the double knobs in his hands and, giving them a quick strong twist, pushed the doors open. A giant crystal chandelier hung dead-center from the intricately carved high wooden ceiling. The light, sparkling blue and gold and green through the hundreds of prisms of the antique fixture, flooded down upon a brilliantly deep-red carpet, framed by four dark-paneled walls. Directly under the chandelier was a long, incredibly long, dining table, its narrow length stretching almost the entire length of the room. At each end of the table stood two twisting, matching silver can-delabras, each one holding six tall, white flame-tipped candles. The surface of the table was covered with a brilliantly white starched and creased tkblecloth.

Jack stood off to the side and with a bow and a sweeping motion of his left hand, he ushered us into the room. We took about two steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. We stood across the room from the table, directly at its center.

I could literally feel my eyes widen as I understood what I was seeing. I knew that I heard a loud collective gasp from those around me.

Directly across from us on the other side of the table stood Samantha. She had found an old-fashioned chef's hat somewhere, and except for the tall white cap and her smile, she was naked. Stretched out on her back in front of Sam lay Dianna. Also naked, she was on her back, in the center of the table, between the two candelabras. Slowly, we approached the table. Dianna's magnificent round breasts were covered with a thick white covering of whipped cream. At the top of each of her lovely mounds peeked a cherry-red monument marking her hidden nipples. A trail of cream led down between Dee's breasts over her belly, ending at the peak of her mound. Jack The Chef had placed chocolate mints, round and thin, between the lips of 168 Dianna's pussy, standing them on their narrow sides like a curving row of black soft coins. At the entrance to her pussy was a puff of whipped cream, studded with another large red cherry. Dianna's ass was propped up on a cushion, and she held her thighs open. At the crest of her ass was a second puff of the sweet white cream, this one studded with a huge, perfectly shaped strawberry. Dianna's eyes were open, and she watched us for our reactions. As I moved closer to the table along with the others, the details of the feast grew more and more apparent. Tiny chocolate chips had been scattered into the white creamy froth passing between- the white fluffed mountains of her breasts. Samantha reached over Dee's thighs and then her slender fingers reached into the cream and pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt. Again, a collective gasp arose as another of Jack and Samantha's surprises was revealed. The rounded tops of several of the grapes with which Jack had filled Dianna's pussy glimpsed out at us through the cream. Still holding Dianna open and exposed, Sam looked up at us. Her smiled sparkled with the struggle of an all-but-irrepressible giggle.

"Looks delicious, doesn't she?" Samantha asked us. "Jesus," I heard someone behind me murmur. As if in a trance, we stepped forward, forming a semi-circle around the table and the fantasy feast prepared so lovingly by our chef. Viv, who was standing even with Dianna's shoulders, reached down to Dianna's breasts, scooping up a white fluff of cream with her fingertips. Bob lowered his tongue to the chocolate-chip-sprekled trail of cream, and began wetly tracing the path down across her belly. Dianna closed her eyes, whispering something softly that no one but her could hear. Eve bent over Dianna's tender thighs and began licking the creamy puff off the curve of her mound as Samantha, ever the helpful one, held her thighs apart. Ted was licking at Dee's other breast, his face pressing gently into the soft white of the cream, smearing the stuff all over his face as he pressed into Dianna. Jane's mouth had found Dianna's, and their tongues played together, one teasing the other. Frank had gone around behind the table and, standing behind the Chef's Assistant, Samantha, was moving his hand over and around the cheeks of her ass, teasing at the crest, then teasing again down farther between the lips of her cunt. She bent over slightly in response to his touch, spreading her thighs apart, inviting him to examine her further. Jane, standing beside and admiring her husband's handiwork, had reached over to me, unzipping my pants and then, turning to face me, her fingers moved quickly as she pulled my trousers down to the floor. My cock sprang out stiffly as she freed it, amazing me with its renewed vigor. I stepped out of my pants, and then I stripped Jane out of her few bits of clothing. We both turned back to the table, Jane standing directly in front of me, her behind pressing backwards against my prick. I lowered myself, thrusting my cock between her legs, up against the opening wet lips of her pussy. She squirmed down a bit against my shaft, rubbing herself over my hardness. By this time, Dianna was smeared with the cream, hands and mouths sliding over her slippery, sticky body. She was writhing in rhythm to those touching and pawing her, moaning softly. Eve had licked away most of the cream covering her snatch and, with her talented tongue, was now engaged in mouthing all of the grapes that filled Dianna's gaping cunt. I noticed the lips of Dee's pussy trembling in the first tentative convulsions of her orgasm; a grape, its smooth rounded surface gleaming with the glistening of Dianna's juices, sparkled with the oils. Bob had reached into Dianna, and with his fingers vying for room with Eve's searching grabbing tongue, plucked a grape from her stuffed center and brought it to his mouth. It disappeared between his lips.

"You taste good, Dianna… the perfect dessert… My compliments to the Chef and to his beautiful Assistant. Truly an idea well worth waiting for."

Eve's mouth was now mashed down against Dianna's pussy, her tongue snaking in and around the slick round pearls of grapes, the tongue and the unfamiliar fullness driving Dianna into a frenzy. Other tongues played and sucked at her now-exposed nipples. Samantha continued to hold Dianna's legs open, letting all of us sample the tasty creamy treats. Bob had reached under her, pushing his hand through the puff of cream guarding the crest of her ass, and was inserting a now-slippery digit up into her dark tightness. Jane turned her head back over her shoulder. She stood between the table and me. I had lifted up her dress and gathered it around her waist. She wore no panties; her eyes found mine. Her hand continued its gentle, slow sliding over Dianna's shaking breasts.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "fuck me while I taste Dianna."

Moving forward a few inches, she lowered her head between Dianna's thighs. Dee watched as she moved, spreading her legs open, arching up a few inches. Jane pressed her mouth gently against Dianna's gash. Dee closed her eyes and moaned softly as Jane traced her tongue between the lips of her pussy. Jane began licking at the cream still smeared over Dee's mound; Dianna responded to the woman's touch, holding herself up off the table, her hips rotating in a slow circular motion. Jane licked and lapped at the cream and Dianna's own slippery juices, until finally she plunged her mouth down deep in Dianna's cunt, her tongue wrapping around the smooth round shape of the grapes, plucking them from Dianna's now-gaping pussy one at a time, taking most of them into her mouth, some falling from Dianna to the surface of the table.

Eve had climbed up onto the table and, now naked, straddled Dianna, her sweet snatch directly above Dianna's mouth. Slowly, Eve eased herself down onto Dianna's waiting, hungry mouth. Eve, her eyes closed, began whimpering softly as she squatted down, Dianna's tongue impaling her, drinking in the glistening amber juices of her excitement that by now were slowly seeping out from between the lips of her cunt. Eve leaned forward then, balancing herself on her knees, and reached back around her waist to pull herself open.

I reached out and, as Jane kept munching on Dianna's cunt, forced the willowy blonde to bend farther over. Moving closer to her, I guided my cock down between her legs and then up into her lovely, accepting cunt. Jane gasped as I slipped up into her, then shifted her weight a bit, spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. Her crotch was wet and hot, and immediately I could feel my own excitement swirling, growing heavy between my legs, the pressure of my anticipation building swiftly. I reached around Jane, grabbing at her bosom. I began a thrusting motion, slow and constant and deep, keeping rhythm with my probings to my lover's increasingly urgent bucking.

"Oh… yes… yes… feels so good… yes, in and out… Dianna… you taste so… good… delicious… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… Ben, fuck me while I fuck Dianna… fuck me…"

Jane's pleadings were breathless and gasping; the warm slippery flesh of her box felt as if it were sucking on my cock, trying to pull my tide of scum from the depths of my balls.

Bob moved to the table, and quickly he replaced the tongues that had been eating Dianna's pussy. He, too, began sucking out the grapes, until finally he had removed all of the little round pearls. But for the tongues and fingers lapping at her, Dianna was empty. Dee was moaning loudly now, her eyes closed, her tongue still exploring Eve as she balanced on the precipice of her release. Eve stiffened, a guttural whisper escaping from within her; she clenched her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Dianna bucked once, and then again, and then, with a sharp jerking movement, she joined Eve as they floated out into the deep rushing space of their shared climax. Bob climbed up on the table, positioning himself between Dianna's wide-open thighs. His dick was straining out from his body like a flag pole, the flared purple head ready with the straining pressure of its own anticipation. My cock still locked within Jane's wet soft grasp, I watched as Bob lowered himself down between Dianna's legs. Dee whispered something I couldn't hear as Bob slid his prick up between the lips of her pussy and into her lush, waiting love-hole. Arching up, she accepted the full length of his shaft, and soon the two were moving together, up and down, Bob thrusting and probing into Dianna, Dee sliding herself up and down the hard slippery stalk of his cock. Jane's mouth had discovered Dianna's nipples, and as I rode her, she pressed her head into the great softness of Dianna's trembling breasts, her tongue flicking out at her nipples, teasing the hard red rosettes. Samantha still stood across from us on the other side of the table. Ron had moved behind her and, as Sam licked and sucked Dianna's body, Ron drove his cock up between Sam's legs, forcing her to bend farther and farther over until he had plunged his pecker into her up to its soft, fleshy hilt. Frank's hands grabbed at Jane's breasts as I probed her; his fingers held the hard redness of her nipples between his lips, and he squeezed at them as I rode her until finally, suddenly still, she turned her head back over her shoulder.

"Now… Ben… please now… now… fuck me… now fuck me now… fill me now… I want your cum…" Just as Bob began pumping jizz into Dianna, joining her in her cosmic celebration, my cock exploded, showering my seed up into Jane's cunt. She pushed back against me, then began bucking violently, lost in the dizzying tumbling fall of her own wet climax. My jizz spurted out into her cunt in great jerking thrusts, filling her. Ron had forced Samantha down to the floor, still on the other side of the table, driving his cock down into her waiting, open pussy. Samantha was already coming as Frank drove his shaft into her, groaning loudly, arching her ass up off the floor, her crotch accepting his offering with a steamy, anxious enthusiasm. Jim and Linda were on the floor next to them. Jim's huge dick extended out over Sam's shaking breasts, Linda reached between his legs, taking his prick into her hand; gently, she guided the head between Sam's breasts, rubbing his stiffness against her giving round softness. Just as Ron exploded into Sam, Jim's cock spurted out over Samantha's breasts, great wet strings of Jim's cum lacing over Sam's great soft mounds.

Jane was still trapped in the tender prison of her orgasm, bucking and squatting back against me, her cunt drinking in my semen like a thirsty man sucking a never-ending stream of ice-cold water. Eve had been pulled off the table by Ted, and, on the rug on her hands and knees, was mounted from behind by him. Susan had moved over to Jim, and he turned from Samantha, his cock still spurting out its white opaque streamers of juice as he moved, driving his cock down into Susan as she broke into her climax, her low husky voice, now throatier than ever, whispering her demands as he filled her. Minutes passed; lovers moved from lovers to other lovers. I had sated myself on Jane and moved on to Eve; I kept her on her hands and knees, and, with Frank pulling open the cheeks of her ass, I entered into her tight dark vault; she whimpered as I drove into her, and, with Frank watching, came again, this time my cum spraying down into the glorious tight tunnel of her anus. Ron had mounted Dianna, who had remained on her back in the middle of the table. Dee took all of him, and soon his hot wad, shooting out into Dianna's cunt, was mingling with the warm sticky release of her other lovers. Turning directly to my right, I watched as Jack took Vivian, his thick hard plank spilling out into her as she rode him.

More minutes passed. The whipped cream that had been spread over and into Dianna's body now covered everone and everything. The room was heavy with the musky perfume of the women's excitement. The music from the livingroom had been replaced with the loud throaty whispers of the lovers as they struggled through their orgasms, the pairings constantly changing and changing and then changing again until it seemed that suddenly everyone was on the floor in front of the table in one great sticky, trembling fleshy pile, no one conscious of anything other than the immediate demands of his or her own straining bod. I felt someone move against me and I opened my eyes. Vivian, oblivious to everything as she slept, had swung her leg over my shoulder. I turned my head to the far side of the room. Streams of bright morning sun were showering through the tall windowed French doors, inundating the room. Another movement behind me. Frank had extracted his body from the pile of arms and legs and had pulled himself up into a sitting position. He was looking down at the still-sleeping pile of bodies in front of him; he looked up at me, winked, and then began searching the nearby chairs and couches for his clothing. More eyes opened, until finally all had roused themselves from their sleep, straining through the heavy grey curtain of their fatigue as they pulled themselves back into the real waking world.

The drive back home seemed to take an eternity. My thighs and arms ached with a weariness I had never known, and Dianna had fallen back into her sleep by the time we had driven two miles. Visions of the realities I had experienced but a few hours before drifted through my mind, and I found that I had difficulty in placingMhe separate events of the night before in any rational chronological order.

Dianna whispered something in her sleep; I glanced over to her as she half-reclined on the seat next to me. The traces of an unconscious smile played at her lips as she slept.

Expectations of her next adventure? I would have bet on it.