An Evening at the Castle - Part 1
Written by Daibhidh

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Chapter 1: A Foggy Day in London Town

The Concorde's tires screeched twice in quick succession as 
they kissed the runway; followed sortly by the roar of the 
thrust reversers pressing the passengers forward against 
their seat belts. The noise and pressure decreased as the 
throttles were pulled back and the sleek airliner continued 
its roll out, bleeding off speed. As we swung off the 
runway and followed the taxiway toward the misty lights of 
London's Heathrow International Terminal, my mind was as 
foggy as the view from the sleek jet's window. 

God I was tired. It was Sunday evening and I was exhausted! 
I'd just returned to the Chicago home office on Friday 
afternoon from a tough two weeks in Cape Town, only to be 
greeted with the news that I must be in London Monday 
morning to straighten out yet another problem! Oh, and 
by the way, don't forget the staff meeting in New York on 
Saturday.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexandria Goodman, better 
known to my friends as Alex. (Others have far less 
complimentary names for me, for reasons that will soon 
become apparent.) As Deputy Chief Personnel Officer of a 
large Chicago-based firm, I had been dispatched to London 
to meet with our local manager regarding the London 
office's slumping sales. By the very nature of my position, 
I of course had full authority to take any corrective 
actions I deemed necessary. 


Clearing customs, I retrieved my luggage and caught a cab 
directly to the up-scale hotel where my firm had reserved a 
suite. The accommodations were nice enough I suppose but 
after awhile all hotels seemed pretty much the same; cold, 
impersonal and, most of all, lonely. 

Leaving a request for an early wake-up call, I took a long, 
hot shower and fell into bed exhausted. Lying in the dark 
waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought of my hectic 
lifestyle. Ten overseas trips so far this year and it was 
only June. My social life was nonexistent and, worst of 
all, I hadn't gotten laid in nearly three months; that's 
enough to make any girl tense. 

The last 'straight' sex I'd had occurred in early April 
during a trip to Manila when an evening with Juan ended 
with a visit to a night club featuring hot live sex shows. 
That had gotten us both so revved up that we'd returned to 
my hotel room where we'd fucked like monkeys until dawn. 
Since then it had been one business crisis after another. 

If it hadn't been for my best friend Ellen I'd be an 
emotional wreck. We are both mostly straight but every two 
or three weeks one of us would spend the night in the 
other's apartment for an evening of cuddling and mutual 
relief.

Well, at least I'd negotiated a few vacation days in jolly 
old England in conjunction with this trip. England was 
lovely this time of year and it had been years since I had 
been able to relax and just be a tourist.

The next morning dawned dark and gloomy with a soft mist 
falling. I had breakfast in the hotel dining room, then 
caught a cab to the office where I met with the manager, 
Mr. Richard Smyth. Richard introduced me to the rest of his 
staff and provided me with office space along with all the 
company records I requested. I was afraid I already knew 
the source of the problem and, after reviewing the data and 
interviewing key sales and management personnel, my fears 
were confirmed.

I scheduled an afternoon meeting with Smyth and arriving at 
the appointed time, entered his office, quietly closing the 
door. Richard was a very attractive man in his early 
thirties with dark, wavy hair and an athletic body that 
filled out his conservative gray Seville Row suit quite 
nicely. The cologne he was wearing was distinctive, 
exclusive and sexy. He exuded an animal magnetism that 
caused my body to flush with excitement which of course I 
took great care not to show. I also noticed his large hands 
with long, strong fingers were not adorned with a wedding 
ring, only a massive garnet fraternal ring with some sort 
of intricate engraving. 

Get hold of yourself girl, I thought, as I felt my nipples 
tingle and the crotch panel of my panties begin to moisten. 
Here you are on the verge of firing this poor bastard and 
all you can think of is jumping his bones! Although Richard 
greeted me warmly enough, his demeanor seemed rather 
guarded. After all, I was known to be the firm's hatchet 
man.

Taking a seat, I paused a second before beginning, 
wondering how he would react to my findings. "Mr. Smyth," I 
began, "Let me preface my remarks by saying that I have 
isolated the problem and, unfortunately, it is you. 
However, having said that, I still believe you can have a 
great future with this firm if you will agree to the plan I 
have in mind."

"Thank you for your confidence in me ... I think. Just what 
does this 'plan' of yours entail," he responded rather 
sarcastically.

Ignoring his tone, I continued. "As you may know, I was 
instrumental in your promotion to your current position, 
based upon your resume and past performance reports. 
Therefore, I have a vested interest in your success. 
However, I now realize you need to gain more practical 
experience."

"I will not accept a demotion," he stated, his face 
suddenly grim and determined. "I've had offers from several 
other firms; some of which are quite lucrative by the way."

"I'm not suggesting a demotion," I explained, trying to 
defuse his obvious anger. "What I'm proposing is an 
opportunity to improve your management style. The Branch 
Manager of our Glasgow office is planning to retire soon 
after thirty Years, but his replacement is fully competent 
to take over that office immediately. My suggestion is to 
bring Ian down here to work with you for a few months, on a 
consultant basis. This should allow you to learn from his 
years of experience."

"I'm not sure that I could accept that. It could appear to 
my staff that I were being placed on probation, which would 
undercut my authority," he replied stiffly.

"I doubt that will be the case if you handle it properly, 
but it's entirely up to you Richard," I responded. "The 
alternative is to replace you, which I don't really want to 
do."

"If you don't mind Ms. Goodman, I would like to take your 
proposal under consideration. I'll ring you at your hotel 
and let you know my decision shortly," he replied rather 
stiffly, his expression unreadable. 

"That's fine," I responded solemnly. "I understand your 
concerns. I'll be in London on vacation for the remainder 
of the week. Let me know what you decide before I return to 
Chicago and file my report."

Returning to my hotel room that afternoon, exhausted from 
the stress of our meeting, I poured myself a glass of 
sherry. Opening the sliding glass door onto the balcony, I 
collapsed into a lounge chair to relax and regroup my 
thoughts. Since my return flight was not scheduled until 
Saturday, I had four whole days all to myself with no 
schedule to worry about! That reminded me of the downside 
of this situation; not only didn't I have commitments, I 
was also horny and didn't have a man. My reaction to 
Richards's presence this afternoon made me realize just how 
horny I had become. God, my panties were still sticky from 
that encounter! Of course, there was always masturbation. 
That's safe, practical and usually effective, but it's just 
so damn lonely!

Casting about for ideas, I realized the only men I knew in 
London were the men from our office and from what I had 
seen were a generally uninteresting lot. Except, of course, 
for Richard whom I was sure that under, the present 
circumstances, was not at all interested in me!

Sipping my wine, I mulled over my situation, wondering what 
I would do for four days in a city where I knew practically 
no one. Suddenly, I remembered Ellen had spent four years 
at Cambridge University. Thinking she might still have some 
contacts here, I decided to give her a call It was only a 
little after noon in Chicago so I should be able to catch 
her at work. After several rings, her voice mail picked up 
and I heard her voice say "I'm away from my phone right now 
but please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon 
as possible." At the tone, I left my name, the hotel phone 
number and a message that I would appreciate her calling me 
as soon as she was available.

I had no more than settled back into my balcony chair when 
the phone rang. "Alex," Ellen exclaimed, "How good to hear 
from you. I see by your phone number that you're in my 
favorite city! I was just coming back from a meeting when 
you called. I hope everything's alright."

"Oh yes," I replied, "I'm fine, but I was hoping you might 
be able to give me some advice. I'm taking a few days 
vacation here and I really need to unwind but I don't have 
any contacts here. I thought perhaps you could give me some 
ideas about where I could meet people."

"Knowing you, I think you're more interested in getting 
laid than you are in meeting people," Ellen responded with 
a laugh.

"Well, now that you mention it, that's more or less the 
idea," I giggled. I told her what I had experienced that 
afternoon in the manager's office and how I was still 
feeling tense and antsy from the encounter. "I'm not 
looking for true love," I said, "Just some hot sex!"

"ALRIGHT!" Ellen exclaimed. "I may have a solution. There's 
a private club just outside London that sounds exactly 
right for your needs. It's very exclusive but I was granted 
a lifetime membership because of my 'friendship' with a 
certain very blue-blooded young British gentleman who shall 
remain nameless."

"This sounds promising," I said with a grin. "Just what 
sort of club is this?"

"Well," she replied, "You've read about the Victorian-era's 
Hell Fire Club? This is sort of a twenty-first century 
version of it. It has a very proper dining room and pub but 
there is also a private area, available only to select 
members and guests. Things tend to get a little wild in 
there, even by our standards! Still interested?"

"Definitely!" I answered. "It sounds intriguing."

"Let me make a few phone calls and see what I can arrange." 

"That would be wonderful," I said. "I'll hang up now. See 
what you can arrange, but please call me back either way."

Returning to my seat on the balcony, I had no sooner 
finished my wine than the phone rang once more. I was 
surprised to hear Ellen's voice; it had only been about 
twenty minutes since her last call.

"Great news!" she bubbled. "I contacted my friend and it's 
all set up. You should be hearing from someone soon to 
explain the procedures and, with a little luck, they should 
be able to get you set up for tonight."

"Just what am I getting into?" I asked. "It sounds pretty 
exciting but exactly what goes on there?"

"I don't want to go into too much detail, it's much better 
to leave some mystery! But I'd recommend you wear something 
very sensuous ... and don't forget to wear your sexiest 
underwear! There's an initiation ceremony for all new 
members which is pretty hedonistic and which I'm sure 
you'll enjoy immensely," Ellen replied with a giggle. 
"Let's just say I wish I were going to be there with you 
tonight. I really miss that part of my 'educational 
experience'. But seriously, I'd better hang up now. I'm 
sure you'll be receiving a call soon and you don't want to 
miss it! Be sure to call me tomorrow and let me know how it 
went. Have fun, babe!" 

With that, she broke the connection. I replaced the 
receiver feeling a little apprehensive but, at the same 
time, more excited than I had felt in ages.

I poured another glass of wine and settled back to await my 
promised call. I didn't have long to wait. A few moments 
later my phone rang again.

"To whom am I speaking please," a female, very formal, 
cultured  British voice inquired.

"You have reached Ms. Alexandria Goodman," I responded, 
matching her formal tone.

"I see. I just received a rather unusual call on from one 
of our members on behalf of an American associate, 
regarding possible membership in an exclusive organization 
to which I am connected. Do you know the person to whom I 
am referring?" the caller asked.

"Yes, I believe the American lady would be Ms. Ellen Hunter 
but I'm afraid I've never met her British associate," I 
replied.

"Right ... And would you please confirm the name of the 
firm you represent and your current position within that 
firm?"

I provided the requested information and could hear papers 
rustling, as though she was thumbing through a file.

"Very good," the caller responded, in a much less formal 
tone. "I'm sorry about all the inquiries but I had to make 
sure I had reached the correct party. I'm calling to inform 
you that Ellen's friend has highly recommended you for 
membership in our organization and that, based upon that 
recommendation and a cursory background inquiry, we are 
prepared to extend full membership privileges to you. Of 
course you will have to complete some formalities before 
this can be finalized, but that can be all is accomplished 
on your first visit. I understand you will only be in our 
country for a short time so perhaps you would like to visit 
our facilities this evening."

"Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much. May I have 
your address?"

"That won't be necessary Ms. Goodman. We will send our 
driver around to pick you up in ... shall we say, one 
hour?" I gave her a brief description of myself and said I 
would be waiting at the front desk in one hour.

"In that case, we'll see you soon then," and hung up.

I needed to shower and dress; I was still wearing my 
business suit and my no-nonsense everyday underwear. I hung 
up my suit and shoved the remainder of my cloths into a 
laundry bag. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped and 
viewed myself critically in the door's full-length mirror. 
Not bad for a 27 year old I thought, as I took note of my 
physical assets. My raven hair, styled in a pixie cut 
complimented my slightly olive-toned skin which had 
retained its South African tan, with no tan lines. 

I had kept my youthful slim, athletic figure, due in part 
to the hours spent in health clubs and my passion for 
handball. My firm perky 32B breasts rode high on my chest; 
standing out proudly with no hint of succumbing to the 
forces of gravity. They were topped with raspberry sized 
reddish-brown nipples which, to my great delight, seemed 
directly wired to my vagina. 

Someone had once commented I had the body of a female Peter 
Pan, the face of a young Audrey Hepburn, and the sex drive 
of a San Diego sailor. My 19" waist flared out to somewhat 
narrow but very feminine hips which were in turn supported 
by muscular, well-shaped legs. My black pubic hair was 
neatly trimmed to a small triangle, covering only my 
somewhat prominent mons. All things considered, I was very 
satisfied with the trim 4'11" body I saw in the mirror.

Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the shower head to a 
needle spray and the water temperature as hot as possible. 
I needed to relieve the muscle tension caused by my 
confrontation with Smyth and further exacerbated by 
anticipation of the evening to come. 

Thinking of that meeting reminded me of Smyth's effect on 
my hormones. Running my soap-lathered hands over my body 
was enough to start that whole episode replaying in my mind 
until I felt my juices begin to flow. Cupping my hand 
tightly over my mons, I let my finger dance around and over 
my clit. 

The combination of my state of mind, my suppressed needs 
and the anticipation of tonight's activities combined to 
fuel a sexual firestorm that, in only a few moments, 
triggered a shuddering orgasm which left me with legs too 
weak to support me, forcing me to brace myself against 
shower wall to keep me from slipping to the floor. 

Once I was able to focus again I thought, God ... I really 
needed that. Now I could probably make it at least through 
the foreplay tonight without embarrassing myself. With 
that, I retrieved the soap from the shower floor where it 
had fallen during the excitement and allowed the tinging 
spray to perform its magic.  

After showering, blow drying my raven hair and applying 
makeup, I quickly dressed in the clothing I had selected 
for the evening; new sexy black micro bikini panties, that 
revealed more than they concealed, under a black full 
skirted cocktail dress that reached only slightly 
below mid-thigh. The front of its form-fitting bodice 
plunged to slightly below my braless breasts, exposing a 
portion of their softly rounded under sides and framing my 
cleavage. I had decided against a bra because my breasts 
didn't need the support and I wanted to feel the silky 
material of my dress caressing and exciting my nipples. 
Based on my conversation with Ellen, I wanted to appear 
especially tantalizing tonight!

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

Chapter 2: The Castle

Gathering my purse and draping a lightweight cape over my 
shoulders, I rode the elevator down to the lobby to 
anxiously await my transportation. At precisely 7:00 pm a 
distinguished looking gentleman in livery arrived. 
Approaching me he said, "Ms. Goodman, I've been dispatched 
to provide you transportation to the Castle. If you would 
please follow me ..." With that he escorted me to a new 
shiny black Bentley parked at curb. After politely handing 
me into the rear seat, he pulled easily into the light 
evening traffic. The Bentley purred quietly through the 
city streets and twenty minutes later we found ourselves 
cruising through the rolling English countryside toward 
East Anglia.

After another twenty minutes we slowed and turned through 
an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising quietly 
along a paved tree-lined drive that traversed an obviously 
a large country estate. We must have traveled nearly a mile 
before we reached a huge stone mansion surrounded by 
manicured lawns, well tended shrubs and colorful 
flowerbeds. A parking lot on the side of the building 
already contained a dozen or so very expensive cars. 

Pulling under the portico, the driver glided to a stop at 
the main entrance where a uniformed doorman moved quickly 
to the car. "Welcome to the Castle, madam" he said, 
assisting me out of the car. Guiding me to the massive oak 
door he said, "Ms. Marianne, our manager, is waiting for 
you at the reservation desk."

Entering the sumptuous lobby area, I was met by a stunning 
red haired woman about my own age. Smiling warmly, she said 
"Good evening and welcome, Alex." Noticing my quizzical 
expression at the sudden informality, she explained, "We 
only use first names at here at The Castle to protect our 
members anonymity. My name is Marianne. I'll be completing 
your membership application and explaining our rules and 
customs." With that she took me by the elbow and guided me 
through the lobby to her office.

Indicating that I should take a seat beside her desk, she 
opened a file folder and quickly scanned its contents. 
Looking up at me, she smiled and said, "I'm not sure how 
much Ellen told you about The Castle but before we go 
further, let me be sure you understand just what type of  
club this is. 

First of all, the entire ground floor is open to our 
general membership; this includes the main restaurant, the 
health club, and a gift shop. However, the second and third 
floors are reserved for our select members. Ellen and her 
sponsor both hold memberships in this group. The activities 
conducted in this area are, shall we say, extremely 
uninhibited. 

Before I can proceed any further, you must swear never to 
divulge anything you see or do on these premises. 
Considering these conditions, do you wish to learn more 
about our organization?" 

"Yes, I'm very much intrigued by the small amount Ellen was 
at liberty to tell me about your club. Ellen and I have 
been very close friends for many years, so I'm sure I'll 
fit nicely into your group as our tastes are very similar," 
I replied.

"I'm so glad to hear that. I was sure that, given my 
knowledge of your sponsors, you would feel that way. If you 
would just sign and date this confidentiality agreement, we 
can finish the remaining orientation quickly." Quickly 
scanning the document and, seeing that it was pretty 
much a standard non-disclosure form, I signed it and slid 
it back across her desk. Marianne placed it in my folder 
then leaned back in her chair and, with a warm smile, 
began.

"As I hinted previously, this is an exclusive, secret club 
where our members can relax and indulge in sexual behavior 
not necessarily acceptable in our present society. As a 
member, you will not be required to join in all aspects of 
other member's activities but you will be expected to be 
open minded and tolerant of their activities." 

"The one activity you will be required to engage in is an 
initiation ceremony designed to determine your compatibility 
with our group. This will consist of you willingly to 
engage in certain sexual activities in full view of other 
members. You will not be forced to do anything you find 
distasteful and may stop the proceedings at any time. Of 
course, if you decline to participate or fail to complete 
the initiation ceremony, you application will be 
disapproved and you will be denied membership. Do you have 
any questions about what I have covered thus far?"

"No, Ellen mentioned that there would be such an initiation 
and indicated that she thoroughly enjoyed her experience. I 
doubt that I will have any problems with that requirement," 
I replied.

"In that case, there is a initiation scheduled this evening 
for another applicant and, if you wish, you could be 
included in that ceremony. Is there any sexual activity you 
find especially abhorrent," Marianne asked.

"Well, as long as it doesn't involve pain, I'm game for 
about anything," I responded with a smile.

"I can assure you that there will be no pain involved, our 
members are much more interested in giving and receiving 
pleasure. By the way, I assume you are on some sort of 
birth control?"

Assuring her that I was, she gave me a crooked grin and 
said, "Excellent, that will make our preparation so much 
less complicated!"

"Since the festivities are not scheduled to begin for 
another hour or so, why don't you join our other applicant, 
Dianne, for dinner and I'll come to collect you both when 
we're ready for you," Marianne smiled. She then escorted me 
to the dining room where she seated me with a stunning but 
extremely nervous looking, young blonde woman. 

Dianne was several years younger than I and much taller; 
very attractive with a slim but shapely figure and large 
firm breasts. Like me, she wasn't wearing a bra as I could 
see a hint of nipples pushing at the material of her peach 
colored silk blouse. Her long champagne-colored hair hung 
nearly to her waist

After introducing us to each other, she said, "You two 
ladies enjoy your meals and get acquainted. I'll be back 
for you when all the preparations are complete." With that, 
Marianne left us to our own devices. 

After ordering dinner, we chatted about this and that for a 
while, Dianne becoming more distracted by the minute. 
Finally I leaned across and took Dianne's moist hand in 
mine and asked, "Nervous?"

She looked at me shyly and replied, "Yes, I'm not sure I 
can go through with this." 

"If it's not too personal, how did you become interested in 
the club," I asked.

"My fiancée nagged me until I agreed," she replied, "He's 
been a member for several years and he asked me to join. I 
love him dearly and really enjoy sex with him but I've 
never done anything like this before!"

"Has he given you any idea what to expect during this 
initiation," I asked.

"Well, according to him, we'll be required to perform 
certain unspecified sexual acts with several other members 
of both sexes while the remaining members watch us. That's 
the part I'm afraid I'll be too embarrassed to go through 
with. I've never had sex with any man but him ... and I've 
never even thought of having sex with another woman," she 
said softly, her face turning bright crimson. 

"Just concentrate on your partner and the pleasure you're 
giving each other. Don't even think about what's going on 
around you. Remember, every one there has been through the 
same experience. You said yourself that you enjoy sex so, 
as we Yanks say, just go with the flow," I said in a 
reassuring tone. She smiled at me gratefully and seemed to 
regain some of her composure. Just then our meals arrived 
so we discontinued our discussion.

We had no more than finished our meal when Marianne 
returned. Smiling broadly she asked, "Well, are you ladies 
ready for some fun?" We rose from the table and, with 
Dianne blushing once again, followed Marianne's swaying, 
sensuous hips toward the waiting elevator.

Exiting the elevator on the third floor, we emerged into a 
wide, dimly lit oak paneled corridor. My feet sunk into the 
soft deep piled carpet as Marianne led us past several 
identical closed heavy oak doors, finally stopping and 
unlocking one bearing a plaque "Dressing Rooms". 

Opening the door she ushered us into a large, well 
appointed room equipped not only with several dressing 
rooms but also showers, lockers, lounge chairs and makeup 
tables. At the far end of the room was another door marked 
"Stage Entrance".

"Well ladies, it's show time!" she announced brightly. 
"Either of you having second thoughts?"

"Not me. What about you, Dianne? Are you up for it?" I 
replied.

Dianne swallowed hard and, looking somewhat flustered, 
responded, "If you can do it, I guess I can too. Can't let 
a Yank show us Brits up." 

"Right, that's the spirit," Marianne laughed. "First we 
must decide how to proceed. This is unique situation in 
that we have two inductees tonight. Usually we induct only 
one new member per ceremony but since Dianne's induction 
has been scheduled for days and Alex will only be in our 
country for a short time on this visit, we felt we should  
accommodate both of you tonight. Which of you would like to 
go first?"

Dianne and I looked at each other, each waiting for the 
other to say something. Finally Dianne said, "If you don't 
mind Alex, I'd like to go first; I'm so nervous I'm afraid 
I'll back out if I have to think about it any longer." 

"Certainly, I understand how you feel," I smiled at her 
reassuringly. "And don't worry Dianne, you'll do just 
fine."

Marianne led Dianne to a small dressing room next to the 
stage door. After a few moments they emerged and Marianne, 
dressed in a floor length black robe, led a blindfolded 
Dianne through the stage door and out onto what appeared to 
be a low, brightly lit platform.

After a moment, Marianne returned and beckoned to me. 
"Would you like to watch," she asked. "We don't usually 
allow uninitiated members to view these proceedings but, as 
you seem to be more experienced than most of our 
prospective members, I don't see the harm of it. Moreover, 
since I make the rules, I guess I can also make exceptions 
to them," she grinned wickedly.

Chapter 3: Dianne's Initiation

Ushering me into the dressing room, she turned off the room 
lights and slid back a panel, revealing a window that 
looked out onto the stage. 

"This is actually a one-way mirror," she explained, 
standing so closely behind me I could feel her warm breath 
on my neck and her firm breasts pressing into my back. 
Reaching up she flipped a hidden switch and the low 
murmuring of the audience came clearly through a hidden 
speaker.

"I'm a little concerned about Dianne," I said. "She doesn't 
seem to be quite worldly enough to be involved in a club 
like this."

"Don't worry about Dianne," Marianne said. "While she's led 
a very sheltered life up to now, she's certainly no virgin. 
I interviewed her sponsor, who is also her fiancée, and 
found that she is still quite shy but once aroused she 
thoroughly enjoys a good romp in the hay. However, in 
deference to her inexperience, she will only undergo a 
limited initiation." 

You, my dear, are another case altogether. As part of 
planning this evening's program, I placed a call to Ellen 
while you were dining and discussed your history in some 
depth. Believe me, based upon that discussion, you will, 
luckily, receive the full treatment," she chuckled. 

Marianne slipped her arm around me and slid her hand into 
my bodice, gently carrerssing my breast; scraping a 
fingernail over the nipple causing a shiver of excitement 
to sweep through my body. The muscles of my inner thighs 
trembled in response, sending shockwaves to my moistening 
pussy and causing my clit to tingle in anticipation. 

Looking out onto the stage, I saw the blindfolded Dianne 
nervously standing stiffly in front of the bright 
footlights, her head held high and her body tense. A trim 
young full-breasted redhead, dressed in a flowing black 
robe, stood behind her with her hands resting lightly on 
Dianne's shoulders. "Good Lord Marianne, that other girl 
looks enough like you to be your twin!" I exclaimed.

"No, just my sister Jody," Marianne said. "Actually she is 
two years younger than I."

Turning the rigid Dianne slowly from side to side, Jody 
allowed the audience to get a good look at the beautiful 
young blonde inductee. The audience members, only dimly 
visible behind the footlights, appeared to be either 
scantly dressed or naked; the lighting was too low to tell 
for sure. 

As my gaze shifted back to Dianne, I noticed Jody was now 
standing behind her. Both arms were around Dianne's body, 
slowly stroking Dianne's full, lush breasts. Dianne's 
stiffening nipples were clearly visible through the sheer 
silk material of her blouse. Gently she moved closer and, 
kissing Dianne on the side of her neck, whispered  
reassurances in her ear.

After a few moments, a large, well muscled man of about 
thirty stepped out of the audience and walked slowly across 
the stage toward the two women. He was completely naked, 
his large semi-erect penis swinging pendulously to and fro. 
As he neared the women, Jody moved slightly to her right, 
her hands remaining on Dianne's shoulders. The man stopped 
at Dianne's other side, being careful not to block the 
audience's view as she stood blindfolded, her body 
trembling slightly. 

Reaching across, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled 
it out of her skirt. Dianne responded with a startled gasp 
... she hadn't sensed the man approaching.

"Who's the man," I asked Marianne, "He looks delicious!"

"That's Adam, one of our members who was selected to 
initiate Dianne because of his gentleness with 
comparatively inexperienced candidates," Marianne 
explained.

Back on the stage Jody quickly grasped Dianne's unbuttoned 
blouse by the shoulders, slid it down her arms and tossed 
it aside, leaving Dianne standing in front of an unknown 
number of strangers, naked to the waist. Her large 
alabaster breasts gleamed in the glare of the foot lights, 
heaving as she gasped for air; her face and upper torso red 
with embarrassment. She tried to cover her breasts with her 
hands but Jody grasped her wrists and pulled them down to 
her waist as gently as possible. Holding her wrists with 
her left hand, she pulled a strip of black cloth from a 
robe pocket and, with a move that would make a Texas 
calf-roper proud, quickly tied her wrists loosely together, 
allowing her enough slack to move arms forward ... but only 
as far as the sides of her thighs.

While Jody was displaying her bondage skills, Adam lightly 
caressed Dianne's breasts then kissed her mouth hungrily. 
His tongue had obviously forced its way past her teeth and 
was gently exploring her mouth. At first Dianne resisted as 
best she could, leaning back and trying to twist her head 
away but he was not to be denied. Placing his left hand 
behind her head so that she couldn't move it from side to 
side, he reached around her with his right arm and pulled 
her body tightly against his, mashing her breasts against 
his muscular chest. Now, obviously aroused, Dianne  
surrendered to the inevitable and returned his passionate 
kiss with growing enthusiasm. 

Sensing her increasing lack of resistance, Jody quickly 
unbuttoned the waist of Dianne's skirt and slid its zipper 
down, allowing the skirt to slide to the floor, pooling 
around her ankles. A mummer of appreciation arose from the 
audience as Dianne stood clothed only in peach colored 
bikini panties, garter belt, pink hose and matching pumps. 
As Adam moved his hot mouth down over her body, kissing her 
neck then moving on to her quivering breasts, Jody hooked 
her fingers into the sides of Dianne's panties and slid 
them slowly, tantalizingly down her thighs. As her fine 
blonde untrimmed pubic curls came into view, another mummer 
of appreciation rose from the watching members. Lifting 
each foot in turn, Jody removed Dianne's skirt, shoes and 
panties, tossing them in the general direction of her 
blouse.

Adam, his large cock now fully erect, slid his hand down 
Dianne's stomach and slipped it between her slightly parted 
thighs. Cupping her pussy mound, he rubbed his hand firmly 
back and forth a few times, then spread her pussy lips and 
slowly slid his thick middle finger between them. Once he 
confirmed that she was sufficiently aroused and that his 
finger was adequately lubricated, he eased it as  deeply as 
possible into her vagina. 

Dianne gasped in surprise but automatically pushed her hips 
forward to meet his invading finger. He stroked it into her 
for a moment then removed it with a soft sucking sound and 
held his hand high over his head. The members could clearly 
see her clinging sex juices glistening in the bright 
footlights. A soft, polite round of applause arose from the 
appreciative audience. 

Again he opened her pussy lips with two fingers and, 
finding her clitoris, he flicked it gently with a 
fingertip. After a moment Dianne threw her head back and 
emitted a primal cry, her body shuddering as a violent 
orgasm slammed through her body.

During the Adam's opening of Dianne, Jody had been crouched 
behind her, stroking the inside of her thighs, softly 
nipping her ass cheeks and observing Adam's progress. As he 
thrust his finger into her cunt, she ran a finger along 
Dianna's vulva, gathering lubrication, then slid it back to 
her tiny puckered anus. She massaged the tight muscle ring 
gently, slowly working her fingertip a fraction of an inch 
up into her ass. 

When Adam massaged Dianne's clit, she sensed Dianne's 
eminent orgasm and suddenly drove her finger deep into her 
ass. This pushed Dianne over the edge and, as she climaxed, 
her rectal muscles clamped down tightly on the invading 
finger in a series of hard spasms. 

From our viewpoint Dianne appeared completely spent, 
leaning limply against Adam as he clasped her to his chest; 
his raging cock pressed tightly between their naked bodies.

"Well, it looks like Dianne passed her test," I whispered 
to Marianne.

"Oh, it's not over yet," Marianne whispered. "There are a 
few more things she needs to experience. After all, her 
sexual activities before tonight have been limited to a few 
quickies in the missionary position with a man she has 
known for years."

Back on the stage, Adam smiled at Dianne tenderly and 
lowering his mouth to hers again kissed her slowly and 
deeply. When Jody grasped her elbow, he whispered something 
to her and gave her ear a quick, nipping kiss. He then 
released her and watched as Jody led her to a large futon 
cushion, easing her down until she was lying on her back 
with her long, tapered legs slightly parted; her feet 
pointed toward the audience and her arms at her sides. 

Assuring herself that Dianne was comfortable, Jody bent 
down and began whispering to her while caressing her 
breasts and tweaking her nipples. After a moment, Dianne 
nodded her head and Jody motioned the man to join them. 

While Jody continued whispering reassurances and stroking 
Dianne's trembling body, he  knelt and, placing his palms 
on Dianne's inner thighs, slowly spreading them wide apart 
allowing the audience their first good view of her flushed, 
swollen pussy. Then, moving between her widely spread legs, 
he began kissing his way up her inner thighs as Dianne 
moaned and squirmed in anticipation.

By this time my crotch was soaked from the excitement of 
watching Dianne's seduction. "Oh God," I cried, "This is 
making me so damn hot I could explode!" Marianne stroked my 
tummy and pressed her breasts into my back as she nibbled 
on my earlobe. 

"I've watched and participated in these initiations a 
hundred times but I must admit this is getting me pretty 
aroused also," she whispered. 

"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

"Yes," I hesitatingly admitted. "Ellen and I have 
experimented with it when we're between men."

"I know. Ellen told me all about it earlier and also 
mentioned how much you both enjoyed it," she smiled. "I 
just wanted to see if you were comfortable enough with me 
yet to admit it."

"Oh yeah," I replied, turning my head to smile at her. She 
leaned forward and kissed me; softly at first but then with 
growing passion. I felt her hot, insistent tongue demanding 
entry. Our tongues fenced heatedly, probing each others 
mouths with mounting passion. I pressed myself back firmly 
against her breasts; feeling her distended nipples through 
the sheer material of my dress.

Reluctantly turning my attention back to the window, I saw 
that Adam had reached the highly sensitive area at the 
junction of her thighs and pussy. While he had not actually 
touched her pussy yet, Dianne's body was writhing from the 
sensations washing through her body. I was sure that she 
had by now forgotten completely that she was the center of 
attention of twenty or more total strangers.

Pulling back slightly and moving his head out of the way, 
he provided the audience a better view of what he was 
doing. Placing his thumbs on either side of her blonde-
furred pussy lips, he pulled them slowly apart displaying 
her blood engorged inner lips; her erect, throbbing clit 
standing out like a miniature penis.

Having allowed the members an unobstructed view of her 
pink, aroused pussy, he lowered his mouth and stroked her 
clit several times with his tongue. She responded by crying 
out and locking her long legs around his back, bucking her 
hips wildly against his face and leaving his lips and nose 
coated with glistening film of her abundant lubrication. 
Judging by her violent reaction, I suspected this was her 
first experience with oral sex. 

Unconsciously, I reached back, slipping my hand under 
Marianne's robe and up her inner thigh. Expecting my 
fingers to encounter panties, I instead found only soft 
damp pubic hair! 

"Ummm ... I'll give you just twenty minutes to cease and 
desist," she whispered in my ear as she slid her hand up 
under my dress, gently massaging my prominent mons through 
my by now soaked panties.

We watched as Adam gave Dianne's pussy such a through 
tongue lashing that she was soon thrashing her way through 
a second intense orgasm. While waiting for it to subside, 
he moved up her body, alternately sucking her breasts and 
rolling her nipples around with his tongue. Jody remained 
kneeling near her head, massaging Dianne's arms and 
shoulders to relieve her tension while languidly kissing 
her lips.

Once Dianne regained her composure and her breathing had 
somewhat returned to normal, Jody rose and quickly stripped 
off her robe. She was completely nude! Her large, firm 
breasts with long, fully erect nipples bounced slightly as 
she tossed the robe aside. The muscles of her lithe supple 
figure were well toned and her alabaster skin flawless 
except for a light sprinkle of freckles on her chest. She 
was obviously completely aroused. Her pussy juices, 
gleaming in the footlights, oozed from her well-trimmed red 
pubic hair.

Grasping Dianne's arms, she lifted her limp, exhausted body 
into a kneeling position in profile to the audience. 
Kneeling behind Dianne, Jody teased her breasts with one 
hand while the other slid slowly down over her stomach 
before slipping between her parted thighs. Again she 
whispered something in Dianne's ear which caused her to 
blush furiously once more. She shook her head as Jody 
continued whispering to her. Finally Dianne hesitantly 
nodded her head, seemly to reluctantly agree to Jody's 
request.

Seeing this, Adam moved toward them until the head of his 
impressive cock brushed her slightly parted lips. Dianne 
recoiled slightly then, at Jody's whispered urging, 
tentatively touched his cockhead with her tongue. Then, 
seemingly surrendering to the inevitable, she opened her 
mouth wider and slipped her ovaled lips over Adam's now 
throbbing purple cockhead, her tongue darting over its 
sensitive under side.

Seeing this, Jody slipped under Dianne's body, placing her 
head between her now widespread thighs. Grasping Dianne's 
hips, she lifted her mouth to her soaked pussy, her probing 
tongue seeking Dianne's swollen clit. As she made contact, 
Dianne moaned softly and began rocking her hips as she 
eased her mouth down over Adam's throbbing shaft.

I turned to Marianne and smiled broadly saying, "God, I 
think I'm going to cum just watching this!" 

"Just hang in there. You'll have plenty of time for that in 
a few moments darling," she replied, giving my left nipple 
a tweak.

Turning back to the window, I saw that Dianne was again 
lying on her back with Jody kneeling astride her head and 
Adam standing to one side, slowly stroking his rock hard 
cock. Jody motioned for him to approach and he knelt slowly 
beside Dianne's hips, again spreading her thighs and 
massaging her pussy. After allowing the audience a moment 
to observe her by now her flushed, slightly parted pussy 
lips, he slipped a pillow under her hips and positioned 
himself between her widely spread legs. Grasping her 
calves, he raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders 
while moving closer to her until his cock brushed her  
soaked, waiting pussy.

Marianne ran her tongue over my ear and nipped its lobe, 
sending tingles of electricity through my already flushed 
body. "This is going to be an experience for her. I know 
her fiancée and he is very much smaller than Adam," she 
smiled as she again pinched my nipple.

Adam had nestled his cockhead  firmly into the opening of 
Dianne's pussy, pressing his hips forward to hold it in 
place. Meanwhile, Jody moved toward him, placing her red 
fringed pussy directly over Dianne's face. Leaning forward, 
she grasped Adam's cock, holding it in position as he 
pressed it slowly but determinedly into her hot, tight 
opening. 

Dianne's pussy stretched slowly, seeming to flow over 
Adam's massive cockhead until it suddenly popped into her. 
With a muted scream, Dianne jerked her hips upward, 
impaling herself on his thick cock. At the same time she 
thrust her mouth into Jody's pussy; sucking her clit 
between her lips, her tongue lashing wildly.

Adam began sliding his cock gently in and out of her 
stretched pussy, pushing deeper with each thrust until his 
entire length was completely lodged within her, his 
cockhead resting lightly against her cervix. He held his 
body stiffly rigid as she humped herself wildly against 
him. 

Once convinced her pussy had completely adjusted to his 
considerable size, he began stroking his cock into her hot 
tightly clinging pussy; slowly at first, then gathered 
speed until he was slamming into her, banging against her 
cervix on each down stroke. 

As Dianne neared her climax a low growl started deep in her 
throat, developing into a full blown scream as she went 
over the top. Her body arched upward, lifting Adam's body 
and driving his cock as deeply as possible into her. He 
could hold back no longer, adding his own scream to her's 
as his jerking cock pumped spurted hot semen again and 
again into her spasming pussy. Completely spent, he 
collapsed onto her, his rapidly deflating cock slipping 
wetly out of her now limp body.

"Wow, I believe our little Dianne has passed her entrance 
exams with flying colors," I exclaimed, smiling back a 
Marianne's flushed face.

"Yes, it appears she is now more than ready to join our 
little group," Marianne grinned.

Dianne was now sitting up, smiling but still seeming a 
little bewildered by her experience. Jody released her 
wrists from their restraints, then reached up and removed 
her blindfold.

The first thing she saw was after her eyes adjusted to the 
lights was Adam's smiling face as he gently said, "Welcome 
to our club, Dianne."

Dianne threw her arms around his neck and placed a wet 
passionate kiss on his lips, then she twisted around and 
did the same to a broadly grinning Jody.

As the audience applauded, they rose and walked hand in 
hand from the stage.

The End of Part 1

(See "An Evening At The Castle - Part 2" for the 
continuation of this story)