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An Evening at the Castle - Part 1
Written by Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)
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Chapter I: A Foggy Day in London Town
The Concorde's tires screeched twice in quick succession
as they kissed the runway, followed shortly by the roar
of the thrust reversers pressing the passengers forward
against their seat belts. The noise and pressure
decreased as the throttles were pulled back and the sleek
airliner continued its roll out, bleeding off speed. As
we swung off the runway and followed the taxiway toward
the misty lights of London's Heathrow International
Terminal, my mind was as foggy as the view from the sleek
jet's window.
God I was tired. It was Sunday evening and I was
exhausted! I'd just returned to the Chicago home office
on Friday afternoon from a tough two weeks in Cape Town,
only to be greeted with the news that I must be in London
Monday morning to straighten out yet another problem! Oh,
and by the way, don't forget the staff meeting in New
York on Saturday.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexandria Goodman, better
known to my friends as Alex. (Others have far less
complimentary names for me, for reasons that will soon
become apparent.) As Deputy Chief Personnel Officer of a
large Chicago-based firm, I had been dispatched to London
to meet with our local manager regarding the London
office's slumping sales. By the very nature of my
position, I of course had full authority to take any
corrective actions I deemed necessary.
Clearing customs, I retrieved my luggage and caught a
cab directly to the up-scale hotel where my firm had
reserved a suite. The accommodations were nice enough I
suppose but after awhile all hotels seemed pretty much
the same cold, impersonal and, most of all, lonely.
Leaving a request for an early wake-up call, I took a
long, hot shower and fell into bed exhausted. Lying in
the dark waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought of
my hectic lifestyle. Ten overseas trips so far this year
and it was only June. My social life was nonexistent and,
worst of all, I hadn't gotten laid in nearly three
months; that's enough to make any girl tense.
The last 'straight' sex I'd had occurred in early April
during a trip to Manila when an evening with Juan ended
with a visit to a nightclub featuring hot live sex shows.
That had gotten us both so revved up that we'd returned
to my hotel room where we'd fucked like monkeys until
dawn. Since then it had been one business crisis after
another.
If it hadn't been for my best friend Ellen I'd be an
emotional wreck. We are both mostly straight but every
two or three weeks one of us would spend the night in the
other's apartment for an evening of cuddling and mutual
relief.
Well, at least I'd negotiated a few vacation days in
jolly old England in conjunction with this trip. England
was lovely this time of year and it had been years since
I had been able to relax and just be a tourist.
The next morning dawned dark and gloomy with a soft mist
falling. I had breakfast in the hotel dining room, then
caught a cab to the office where I met with the manager,
Mr. Richard Smyth. Richard introduced me to the rest of
his staff and provided me with office space along with
all the company records I requested. I was afraid I
already knew the source of the problem and, after
reviewing the data and interviewing key sales and
management personnel, my fears were confirmed.
I scheduled an afternoon meeting with Smyth and arriving
at the appointed time, entered his office, quietly
closing the door. Richard was a very attractive man in
his early thirties with dark, wavy hair and an athletic
body that filled out his conservative gray Seville Row
suit quite nicely. The cologne he was wearing was
distinctive, exclusive and sexy. He exuded an animal
magnetism that caused my body to flush with excitement,
which of course I took great care not to show. I also
noticed his large hands with long, strong fingers were
not adorned with a wedding ring, only a massive garnet
fraternal ring with some sort of intricate engraving.
Get hold of yourself girl, I thought, as I felt my
nipples tingle and the crotch panel of my panties begin
to moisten. Here you are on the verge of firing this poor
bastard and all you can think of is jumping his bones!
Although Richard greeted me warmly enough, his demeanor
seemed rather guarded. After all, I was known to be the
firm's hatchet man.
Taking a seat, I paused a second before beginning,
wondering how he would react to my findings. "Mr. Smyth,"
I began, "Let me preface my remarks by saying that I have
isolated the problem and, unfortunately, it is you.
However, having said that, I still believe you can have
a great future with this firm if you will agree to the
plan I have in mind."
"Thank you for your confidence in me ... I think. Just
what does this 'plan' of yours entail," he responded
rather sarcastically.
Ignoring his tone, I continued. "As you may know, I was
instrumental in your promotion to your current position,
based upon your resume and past performance reports.
Therefore, I have a vested interest in your success.
However, I now realize you need to gain more practical
experience."
"I will not accept a demotion," he stated, his face
suddenly grim and determined. "I've had offers from
several other firms; some of which are quite lucrative by
the way."
"I'm not suggesting a demotion," I explained, trying to
defuse his obvious anger. "What I'm proposing is an
opportunity to improve your management style. The Branch
Manager of our Glasgow office is planning to retire soon
after thirty Years, but his replacement is fully
competent to take over that office immediately. My
suggestion is to bring Ian down here to work with you for
a few months, on a consultant basis. This should allow
you to learn from his years of experience."
"I'm not sure that I could accept that. It could appear
to my staff that I were being placed on probation, which
would undercut my authority," he replied stiffly.
"I doubt that will be the case if you handle it
properly, but it's entirely up to you Richard," I
responded. "The alternative is to replace you, which I
don't really want to do."
"If you don't mind Ms. Goodman, I would like to take
your proposal under consideration. I'll ring you at your
hotel and let you know my decision shortly," he replied
rather stiffly, his expression unreadable.
"That's fine," I responded solemnly. "I understand your
concerns. I'll be in London on vacation for the remainder
of the week. Let me know what you decide before I return
to Chicago and file my report."
Returning to my hotel room that afternoon, exhausted
from the stress of our meeting, I poured myself a glass
of sherry. Opening the sliding glass door onto the
balcony, I collapsed into a lounge chair to relax and
regroup my thoughts. Since my return flight was not
scheduled until Saturday, I had four whole days all to
myself with no schedule to worry about! That reminded me
of the downside of this situation; not only didn't I have
commitments, I was also horny and didn't have a man. My
reaction to Richards's presence this afternoon made me
realize just how horny I had become. God, my panties were
still sticky from that encounter! Of course, there was
always masturbation.
That's safe, practical and usually effective, but it's
just so damn lonely!
Casting about for ideas, I realized the only men I knew
in London were the men from our office and from what I
had seen were a generally uninteresting lot. Except, of
course, for Richard whom I was sure that under, the
present circumstances, was not at all interested in me!
Sipping my wine, I mulled over my situation, wondering
what I would do for four days in a city where I knew
practically no one. Suddenly, I remembered Ellen had
spent four years at Cambridge University. Thinking she
might still have some contacts here, I decided to give
her a call. It was only a little after noon in Chicago so
I should be able to catch her at work. After several
rings, her voice mail picked up and I heard her voice say
"I'm away from my phone right now but please leave a
message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." At
the tone, I left my name, the hotel phone number and a
message that I would appreciate her calling me as soon as
she was available.
I had no more than settled back into my balcony chair
when the phone rang. "Alex," Ellen exclaimed, "How good
to hear from you. I see by your phone number that you're
in my favorite city! I was just coming back from a
meeting when you called. I hope everything's alright."
"Oh yes," I replied, "I'm fine, but I was hoping you
might be able to give me some advice. I'm taking a few
days vacation here and I really need to unwind but I
don't have any contacts here. I thought perhaps you could
give me some ideas about where I could meet people."
"Knowing you, I think you're more interested in getting
laid than you are in meeting people," Ellen responded
with a laugh.
"Well, now that you mention it, that's more or less the
idea," I giggled. I told her what I had experienced that
afternoon in the manager's office and how I was still
feeling tense and antsy from the encounter. "I'm not
looking for true love," I said, "Just some hot sex!"
"ALRIGHT!" Ellen exclaimed. "I may have a solution.
There's a private club just outside London that sounds
exactly right for your needs. It's very exclusive but I
was granted a lifetime membership because of my
'friendship' with a certain very blue-blooded young
British gentleman who shall remain nameless."
"This sounds promising," I said with a grin. "Just what
sort of club is this?"
"Well," she replied, "You've read about the Victorian-
era's Hell Fire Club? This is sort of a twenty-first
century version of it. It has a very proper dining room
and pub but there is also a private area, available only
to select members and guests. Things tend to get a little
wild in there, even by our standards! Still interested?"
"Definitely!" I answered. "It sounds intriguing."
"Let me make a few phone calls and see what I can
arrange."
"That would be wonderful," I said. "I'll hang up now.
See what you can arrange, but please call me back either
way."
Returning to my seat on the balcony, I had no sooner
finished my wine than the phone rang once more. I was
surprised to hear Ellen's voice; it had only been about
twenty minutes since her last call.
"Great news!" she bubbled. "I contacted my friend and
it's all set up. You should be hearing from someone soon
to explain the procedures and, with a little luck, they
should be able to get you set up for tonight."
"Just what am I getting into?" I asked. "It sounds
pretty exciting but exactly what goes on there?"
"I don't want to go into too much detail, it's much
better to leave some mystery! But I'd recommend you wear
something very sensuous ... and don't forget to wear your
sexiest underwear! There's an initiation ceremony for all
new members which is pretty hedonistic and which I'm sure
you'll enjoy immensely," Ellen replied with a giggle.
"Let's just say I wish I were going to be there with you
tonight. I really miss that part of my 'educational
experience'. But seriously, I'd better hang up now. I'm
sure you'll be receiving a call soon and you don't want
to miss it! Be sure to call me tomorrow and let me know
how it went. Have fun, babe!"
With that, she broke the connection. I replaced the
receiver feeling a little apprehensive but, at the same
time, more excited than I had felt in ages.
I poured another glass of wine and settled back to await
my promised call. I didn't have long to wait. A few
moments later my phone rang again.
"To whom am I speaking please," a female, very formal,
cultured British voice inquired.
"You have reached Ms. Alexandria Goodman," I responded,
matching her formal tone.
"I see. I just received a rather unusual call on from
one of our members on behalf of an American associate,
regarding possible membership in an exclusive
organization to which I am connected. Do you know the
person to whom I am referring?" the caller asked.
"Yes, I believe the American lady would be Ms. Ellen
Hunter but I'm afraid I've never met her British
associate," I replied.
"Right ... And would you please confirm the name of the
firm you represent and your current position within that
firm?"
I provided the requested information and could hear
papers rustling, as though she was thumbing through a
file.
"Very good," the caller responded, in a much less formal
tone. "I'm sorry about all the inquiries but I had to
make sure I had reached the correct party. I'm calling to
inform you that Ellen's friend has highly recommended you
for membership in our organization and that, based upon
that recommendation and a cursory background inquiry, we
are prepared to extend full membership privileges to you.
Of course you will have to complete some formalities
before this can be finalized, but that can be all is
accomplished on your first visit. I understand you will
only be in our country for a short time so perhaps you
would like to visit our facilities this evening."
"Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much. May I
have your address?"
"That won't be necessary Ms. Goodman. We will send our
driver around to pick you up in ... shall we say, one
hour?" I gave her a brief description of myself and said
I would be waiting at the front desk in one hour.
"In that case, we'll see you soon then," and hung up.
I needed to shower and dress; I was still wearing my
business suit and my no-nonsense everyday underwear. I
hung up my suit and shoved the remainder of my cloths
into a laundry bag. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped
and viewed myself critically in the door's full-length
mirror.
Not bad for a 27 year old I thought, as I took note of
my physical assets. My raven hair, styled in a pixie cut
complimented my slightly olive-toned skin, which had
retained its South African tan, with no tan lines.
I had kept my youthful slim, athletic figure, due in
part to the hours spent in health clubs and my passion
for handball. My firm perky 32B breasts rode high on my
chest; standing out proudly with no hint of succumbing to
the forces of gravity. They were topped with raspberry
sized reddish-brown nipples, which to my great delight,
seemed directly wired to my vagina.
Someone had once commented I had the body of a female
Peter Pan, the face of a young Audrey Hepburn, and the
sex drive of a San Diego sailor. My 19" waist flared out
to somewhat narrow but very feminine hips, which were in
turn supported by muscular, well-shaped legs. My black
pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a small triangle,
covering only my somewhat prominent mons. All things
considered, I was very satisfied with the trim 4'11" body
I saw in the mirror.
Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the showerhead to a
needle spray and the water temperature as hot as
possible. I needed to relieve the muscle tension caused
by my confrontation with Smyth and further exacerbated by
anticipation of the evening to come.
Thinking of that meeting reminded me of Smyth's effect
on my hormones. Running my soap-lathered hands over my
body was enough to start that whole episode replaying in
my mind until I felt my juices begin to flow. Cupping my
hand tightly over my mons, I let my finger dance around
and over my clit.
The combination of my state of mind, my suppressed needs
and the anticipation of tonight's activities combined to
fuel a sexual firestorm that, in only a few moments,
triggered a shuddering orgasm which left me with legs too
weak to support me, forcing me to brace myself against
shower wall to keep me from slipping to the floor.
Once I was able to focus again I thought, God ... I
really needed that. Now I could probably make it at least
through the foreplay tonight without embarrassing myself.
With that, I retrieved the soap from the shower floor
where it had fallen during the excitement and allowed the
tingling spray to perform its magic.
After showering, blow drying my raven hair and applying
makeup, I quickly dressed in the clothing I had selected
for the evening; new sexy black micro bikini panties,
that revealed more than they concealed, under a black
full skirted cocktail dress that reached only slightly
below mid-thigh. The front of its form-fitting bodice
plunged to slightly below my braless breasts, exposing a
portion of their softly rounded under sides and framing
my cleavage. I had decided against a bra because my
breasts didn't need the support and I wanted to feel the
silky material of my dress caressing and exciting my
nipples.
Based on my conversation with Ellen, I wanted to appear
especially tantalizing tonight!
Black spike-heeled pumps with black fishnet thigh-highs
completed the outfit, stretching my calf muscles,
showcasing my shapely legs. I much prefer elastic top
high-highs to regular hose because I detest garter belts;
I find them uncomfortable and they tend to get in the way
at the most inopportune times!
Chapter II: The Castle
Gathering my purse and draping a lightweight cape over
my shoulders, I rode the elevator down to the lobby to
anxiously await my transportation. At precisely 7:00 pm a
distinguished looking gentleman in livery arrived.
Approaching me he said, "Ms. Goodman, I've been
dispatched to provide you transportation to the Castle.
If you would please follow me..." With that he escorted
me to a new shiny black Bentley parked at curb. After
politely handing me into the rear seat, he pulled easily
into the light evening traffic. The Bentley purred
quietly through the city streets and twenty minutes later
we found ourselves cruising through the rolling English
countryside toward East Anglia.
After another twenty minutes we slowed and turned
through an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising
quietly along a paved tree-lined drive that traversed an
obviously a large country estate. We must have traveled
nearly a mile before we reached a huge stone mansion
surrounded by manicured lawns, well-tended shrubs and
colorful flowerbeds. A parking lot on the side of the
building already contained a dozen or so very expensive
cars.
Pulling under the portico, the driver glided to a stop
at the main entrance where a uniformed doorman moved
quickly to the car. "Welcome to the Castle, madam" he
said, assisting me out of the car. Guiding me to the
massive oak door he said, "Ms. Marianne, our manager, is
waiting for you at the reservation desk."
Entering the sumptuous lobby area, I was met by a
stunning red haired woman about my own age. Smiling
warmly, she said, "Good evening and welcome, Alex."
Noticing my quizzical expression at the sudden
informality, she explained, "We only use first names at
here at The Castle to protect our members anonymity. My
name is Marianne. I'll be completing your membership
application and explaining our rules and customs." With
that she took me by the elbow and guided me through the
lobby to her office.
Indicating that I should take a seat beside her desk,
she opened a file folder and quickly scanned its
contents. Looking up at me, she smiled and said, "I'm not
sure how much Ellen told you about The Castle but before
we go further, let me be sure you understand just what
type of club this is.
First of all, the entire ground floor is open to our
general membership; this includes the main restaurant,
the health club, and a gift shop. However, the second and
third floors are reserved for our select members. Ellen
and her sponsor both hold memberships in this group. The
activities conducted in this area are, shall we say,
extremely uninhibited.
Before I can proceed any further, you must swear never
to divulge anything you see or do on these premises.
Considering these conditions, do you wish to learn more
about our organization?"
"Yes, I'm very much intrigued by the small amount Ellen
was at liberty to tell me about your club. Ellen and I
have been very close friends for many years, so I'm sure
I'll fit nicely into your group as our tastes are very
similar," I replied.
"I'm so glad to hear that. I was sure that, given my
knowledge of your sponsors, you would feel that way. If
you would just sign and date this confidentiality
agreement, we can finish the remaining orientation
quickly." Quickly scanning the document and, seeing that
it was pretty much a standard non-disclosure form, I
signed it and slid it back across her desk. Marianne
placed it in my folder then leaned back in her chair and,
with a warm smile, began.
"As I hinted previously, this is an exclusive, secret
club where our members can relax and indulge in sexual
behavior not necessarily acceptable in our present
society. As a member, you will not be required to join in
all aspects of other member's activities but you will be
expected to be open minded and tolerant of their
activities."
"The one activity you will be required to engage in is
an initiation ceremony designed to determine your
compatibility with our group. This will consist of you
willingly to engage in certain sexual activities in full
view of other members. You will not be forced to do
anything you find distasteful and may stop the
proceedings at any time. Of course, if you decline to
participate or fail to complete the initiation ceremony,
you application will be disapproved and you will be
denied membership. Do you have any questions about what I
have covered thus far?"
"No, Ellen mentioned that there would be such an
initiation and indicated that she thoroughly enjoyed her
experience. I doubt that I will have any problems with
that requirement," I replied.
"In that case, there is a initiation scheduled this
evening for another applicant and, if you wish, you could
be included in that ceremony. Is there any sexual
activity you find especially abhorrent," Marianne asked.
"Well, as long as it doesn't involve pain, I'm game for
about anything," I responded with a smile.
"I can assure you that there will be no pain involved,
our members are much more interested in giving and
receiving pleasure. By the way, I assume you are on some
sort of birth control?"
Assuring her that I was, she gave me a crooked grin and
said, "Excellent, that will make our preparation so much
less complicated!"
"Since the festivities are not scheduled to begin for
another hour or so, why don't you join our other
applicant, Dianne, for dinner and I'll come to collect
you both when we're ready for you," Marianne smiled. She
then escorted me to the dining room where she seated me
with a stunning but extremely nervous looking, young
blonde woman.
Dianne was several years younger than I and much taller;
very attractive with a slim but shapely figure and large
firm breasts. Like me, she wasn't wearing a bra as I
could see a hint of nipples pushing at the material of
her peach colored silk blouse. Her long champagne-colored
hair hung nearly to her waist.
After introducing us to each other, she said, "You two
ladies enjoy your meals and get acquainted. I'll be back
for you when all the preparations are complete." With
that, Marianne left us to our own devices.
After ordering dinner, we chatted about this and that
for a while, Dianne becoming more distracted by the
minute. Finally I leaned across and took Dianne's moist
hand in mine and asked, "Nervous?"
She looked at me shyly and replied, "Yes, I'm not sure I
can go through with this."
"If it's not too personal, how did you become interested
in the club," I asked.
"My fiance nagged me until I agreed," she replied,
"He's been a member for several years and he asked me to
join. I love him dearly and really enjoy sex with him but
I've never done anything like this before!"
"Has he given you any idea what to expect during this
initiation," I asked.
"Well, according to him, we'll be required to perform
certain unspecified sexual acts with several other
members of both sexes while the remaining members watch
us. That's the part I'm afraid I'll be too embarrassed to
go through with.
I've never had sex with any man but him ... and I've
never even thought of having sex with another woman," she
said softly, her face turning bright crimson.
"Just concentrate on your partner and the pleasure
you're giving each other. Don't even think about what's
going on around you. Remember, every one there has been
through the same experience. You said yourself that you
enjoy sex so, as we
Yanks say, just go with the flow," I said in a reassuring
tone. She smiled at me gratefully and seemed to regain
some of her composure. Just then our meals arrived so we
discontinued our discussion.
We had no more than finished our meal when Marianne
returned. Smiling broadly she asked, "Well, are you
ladies ready for some fun?" We rose from the table and,
with Dianne blushing once again, followed Marianne's
swaying, sensuous hips toward the waiting elevator.
Exiting the elevator on the third floor, we emerged into
a wide, dimly lit oak paneled corridor. My feet sunk into
the soft deep piled carpet as Marianne led us past
several identical closed heavy oak doors, finally
stopping and unlocking one bearing a plaque "Dressing
Rooms".
Opening the door she ushered us into a large, well
appointed room equipped not only with several dressing
rooms but also showers, lockers, lounge chairs and makeup
tables. At the far end of the room was another door
marked "Stage Entrance".
"Well ladies, it's show time!" she announced brightly.
"Either of you having second thoughts?"
"Not me. What about you, Dianne? Are you up for it?" I
replied.
Dianne swallowed hard and, looking somewhat flustered,
responded, "If you can do it, I guess I can too. Can't
let a Yank show us Brits up."
"Right, that's the spirit," Marianne laughed. "First we
must decide how to proceed. This is unique situation in
that we have two inductees tonight. Usually we induct
only one new member per ceremony but since Dianne's
induction has been scheduled for days and Alex will only
be in our country for a short time on this visit, we felt
we should accommodate both of you tonight. Which of you
would like to go first?"
Dianne and I looked at each other, each waiting for the
other to say something. Finally Dianne said, "If you
don't mind Alex, I'd like to go first; I'm so nervous I'm
afraid I'll back out if I have to think about it any
longer."
"Certainly, I understand how you feel," I smiled at her
reassuringly. "And don't worry Dianne, you'll do just
fine."
Marianne led Dianne to a small dressing room next to the
stage door. After a few moments they emerged and
Marianne, dressed in a floor length black robe, led a
blindfolded Dianne through the stage door and out onto
what appeared to be a low, brightly lit platform.
After a moment, Marianne returned and beckoned to me.
"Would you like to watch," she asked. "We don't usually
allow uninitiated members to view these proceedings but,
as you seem to be more experienced than most of our
prospective members, I don't see the harm of it.
Moreover, since I make the rules, I guess I can also make
exceptions to them," she grinned wickedly.
Chapter III: Dianne's Initiation
Ushering me into the dressing room, she turned off the
room lights and slid back a panel, revealing a window
that looked out onto the stage.
"This is actually a one-way mirror," she explained,
standing so closely behind me I could feel her warm
breath on my neck and her firm breasts pressing into my
back. Reaching up she flipped a hidden switch and the low
murmuring of the audience came clearly through a hidden
speaker.
"I'm a little concerned about Dianne," I said. "She
doesn't seem to be quite worldly enough to be involved in
a club like this."
"Don't worry about Dianne," Marianne said. "While she's
led a very sheltered life up to now, she's certainly no
virgin. I interviewed her sponsor, who is also her
fiance, and found that she is still quite shy but once
aroused she thoroughly enjoys a good romp in the hay.
However, in deference to her inexperience, she will only
undergo a limited initiation."
You, my dear, are another case altogether. As part of
planning this evening's program, I placed a call to Ellen
while you were dining and discussed your history in some
depth. Believe me, based upon that discussion, you will,
luckily, receive the full treatment," she chuckled.
Marianne slipped her arm around me and slid her hand
into my bodice, gently caressing my breast; scraping a
fingernail over the nipple causing a shiver of excitement
to sweep through my body. The muscles of my inner thighs
trembled in response, sending shockwaves to my moistening
pussy and causing my clit to tingle in anticipation.
Looking out onto the stage, I saw the blindfolded Dianne
nervously standing stiffly in front of the bright
footlights, her head held high and her body tense. A trim
young full-breasted redhead, dressed in a flowing black
robe, stood behind her with her hands resting lightly on
Dianne's shoulders. "Good Lord Marianne, that other girl
looks enough like you to be your twin!" I exclaimed.
"No, just my sister Jody," Marianne said. "Actually she
is two years younger than I."
Turning the rigid Dianne slowly from side to side, Jody
allowed the audience to get a good look at the beautiful
young blonde inductee. The audience members, only dimly
visible behind the footlights, appeared to be either
scantly dressed or naked; the lighting was too low to
tell for sure.
As my gaze shifted back to Dianne, I noticed Jody was
now standing behind her. Both arms were around Dianne's
body, slowly stroking Dianne's full, lush breasts.
Dianne's stiffening nipples were clearly visible through
the sheer silk material of her blouse. Gently she moved
closer and, kissing Dianne on the side of her neck,
whispered reassurances in her ear.
After a few moments, a large, well muscled man of about
thirty stepped out of the audience and walked slowly
across the stage toward the two women. He was completely
naked, his large semi-erect penis swinging pendulously to
and fro.
As he neared the women, Jody moved slightly to her
right, her hands remaining on Dianne's shoulders. The man
stopped at Dianne's other side, being careful not to
block the audience's view, as she stood blindfolded, her
body trembling slightly.
Reaching across, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled it out of her skirt. Dianne responded with a
startled gasp ... she hadn't sensed the man approaching.
"Who's the man," I asked Marianne, "He looks delicious!"
"That's Adam, one of our members who was selected to
initiate Dianne because of his gentleness with
comparatively inexperienced candidates," Marianne
explained.
Back on the stage Jody quickly grasped Dianne's
unbuttoned blouse by the shoulders, slid it down her arms
and tossed it aside, leaving Dianne standing in front of
an unknown number of strangers, naked to the waist. Her
large alabaster breasts gleamed in the glare of the foot
lights, heaving as she gasped for air; her face and upper
torso red with embarrassment. She tried to cover her
breasts with her hands but Jody grasped her wrists and
pulled them down to her waist as gently as possible.
Holding her wrists with her left hand, she pulled a strip
of black cloth from a robe pocket and, with a move that
would make a Texas calf-roper proud, quickly tied her
wrists loosely together, allowing her enough slack to
move arms forward ... but only as far as the sides of her
thighs.
While Jody was displaying her bondage skills, Adam
lightly caressed Dianne's breasts then kissed her mouth
hungrily. His tongue had obviously forced its way past
her teeth and was gently exploring her mouth. At first
Dianne resisted as best she could, leaning back and
trying to twist her head away but he was not to be
denied. Placing his left hand behind her head so that she
couldn't move it from side to side, he reached around her
with his right arm and pulled her body tightly against
his, mashing her breasts against his muscular chest. Now,
obviously aroused, Dianne surrendered to the inevitable
and returned his passionate kiss with growing enthusiasm.
Sensing her increasing lack of resistance, Jody quickly
unbuttoned the waist of Dianne's skirt and slid its
zipper down, allowing the skirt to slide to the floor,
pooling around her ankles. A mummer of appreciation arose
from the audience, as Dianne stood clothed only in peach
colored bikini panties, garter belt, pink hose and
matching pumps.
As Adam moved his hot mouth down over her body, kissing
her neck then moving on to her quivering breasts, Jody
hooked her fingers into the sides of Dianne's panties and
slid them slowly, tantalizingly down her thighs. As her
fine blonde untrimmed pubic curls came into view, another
mummer of appreciation rose from the watching members.
Lifting each foot in turn, Jody removed Dianne's skirt,
shoes and panties, tossing them in the general direction
of her blouse.
Adam, his large cock now fully erect, slid his hand down
Dianne's stomach and slipped it between her slightly
parted thighs. Cupping her pussy mound, he rubbed his
hand firmly back and forth a few times, then spread her
pussy lips and slowly slid his thick middle finger
between them. Once he confirmed that she was sufficiently
aroused and that his finger was adequately lubricated, he
eased it as deeply as possible into her vagina.
Dianne gasped in surprise but automatically pushed her
hips forward to meet his invading finger. He stroked it
into her for a moment then removed it with a soft sucking
sound and held his hand high over his head. The members
could clearly see her clinging sex juices glistening in
the bright footlights. A soft, polite round of applause
arose from the appreciative audience.
Again he opened her pussy lips with two fingers and,
finding her clitoris, he flicked it gently with a
fingertip. After a moment Dianne threw her head back and
emitted a primal cry, her body shuddering as a violent
orgasm slammed through her body.
During the Adam's opening of Dianne, Jody had been
crouched behind her, stroking the inside of her thighs,
softly nipping her ass cheeks and observing Adam's
progress. As he thrust his finger into her cunt, she ran
a finger along Dianna's vulva, gathering lubrication,
then slid it back to her tiny puckered anus. She massaged
the tight muscle ring gently, slowly working her
fingertip a fraction of an inch up into her ass.
When Adam massaged Dianne's clit, she sensed Dianne's
eminent orgasm and suddenly drove her finger deep into
her ass. This pushed Dianne over the edge and, as she
climaxed, her rectal muscles clamped down tightly on the
invading finger in a series of hard spasms.
From our viewpoint Dianne appeared completely spent,
leaning limply against Adam as he clasped her to his
chest; his raging cock pressed tightly between their
naked bodies.
"Well, it looks like Dianne passed her test," I
whispered to Marianne.
"Oh, it's not over yet," Marianne, whispered. "There are
a few more things she needs to experience. After all, her
sexual activities before tonight have been limited to a
few quickies in the missionary position with a man she
has known for years."
Back on the stage, Adam smiled at Dianne tenderly and
lowering his mouth to hers again kissed her slowly and
deeply. When Jody grasped her elbow, he whispered
something to her and gave her ear a quick, nipping kiss.
He then released her and watched as Jody led her to a
large futon cushion, easing her down until she was lying
on her back with her long, tapered legs slightly parted;
her feet pointed toward the audience and her arms at her
sides.
Assuring herself that Dianne was comfortable; Jody bent
down and began whispering to her while caressing her
breasts and tweaking her nipples. After a moment, Dianne
nodded her head and Jody motioned the man to join them.
While Jody continued whispering reassurances and
stroking Dianne's trembling body, he knelt and, placing
his palms on Dianne's inner thighs, slowly spreading them
wide apart allowing the audience their first good view of
her flushed, swollen pussy. Then, moving between her
widely spread legs, he began kissing his way up her inner
thighs as Dianne moaned and squirmed in anticipation.
By this time my crotch was soaked from the excitement of
watching Dianne's seduction. "Oh God," I cried, "This is
making me so damn hot I could explode!" Marianne stroked
my tummy and pressed her breasts into my back as she
nibbled on my earlobe.
"I've watched and participated in these initiations a
hundred times but I must admit this is getting me pretty
aroused also," she whispered.
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"
"Yes," I hesitatingly admitted. "Ellen and I have
experimented with it when we're between men."
"I know. Ellen told me all about it earlier and also
mentioned how much you both enjoyed it," she smiled. "I
just wanted to see if you were comfortable enough with me
yet to admit it."
"Oh yeah," I replied, turning my head to smile at her.
She leaned forward and kissed me softly at first but then
with growing passion. I felt her hot, insistent tongue
demanding entry. Our tongues fenced heatedly, probing
each other's mouths with mounting passion. I pressed
myself back firmly against her breasts; feeling her
distended nipples through the sheer material of my dress.
Reluctantly turning my attention back to the window, I
saw that Adam had reached the highly sensitive area at
the junction of her thighs and pussy.
While he had not actually touched her pussy yet, Dianne's
body was writhing from the sensations washing through her
body. I was sure that she had by now forgotten completely
that she was the center of attention of twenty or more
total strangers.
Pulling back slightly and moving his head out of the
way, he provided the audience a better view of what he
was doing. Placing his thumbs on either side of her
blonde-furred pussy lips, he pulled them slowly apart
displaying her blood engorged inner lips; her erect,
throbbing clit standing out like a miniature penis.
Having allowed the members an unobstructed view of her
pink, aroused pussy, he lowered his mouth and stroked her
clit several times with his tongue. She responded by
crying out and locking her long legs around his back,
bucking her hips wildly against his face and leaving his
lips and nose coated with glistening film of her abundant
lubrication. Judging by her violent reaction, I suspected
this was her first experience with oral sex.
Unconsciously, I reached back, slipping my hand under
Marianne's robe and up her inner thigh. Expecting my
fingers to encounter panties, I instead found only soft
damp pubic hair!
"Ummm ... I'll give you just twenty minutes to cease and
desist," she whispered in my ear as she slid her hand up
under my dress, gently massaging my prominent mons
through my by now soaked panties.
We watched as Adam gave Dianne's pussy such a through
tongue lashing that she was soon thrashing her way
through a second intense orgasm. While waiting for it to
subside, he moved up her body, alternately sucking her
breasts and rolling her nipples around with his tongue.
Jody remained kneeling near her head, massaging Dianne's
arms and shoulders to relieve her tension while languidly
kissing her lips.
Once Dianne regained her composure and her breathing had
somewhat returned to normal, Jody rose and quickly
stripped off her robe. She was completely nude! Her
large, firm breasts with long, fully erect nipples
bounced slightly as she tossed the robe aside. The
muscles of her lithe supple figure were well toned and
her alabaster skin flawless except for a light sprinkle
of freckles on her chest. She was obviously completely
aroused. Her pussy juices, gleaming in the footlights,
oozed from her well-trimmed red pubic hair.
Grasping Dianne's arms, she lifted her limp, exhausted
body into a kneeling position in profile to the audience.
Kneeling behind Dianne, Jody teased her breasts with one
hand while the other slid slowly down over her stomach
before slipping between her parted thighs. Again she
whispered something in Dianne's ear, which caused her to
blush furiously once more. She shook her head as Jody
continued whispering to her. Finally Dianne hesitantly
nodded her head, seemly to reluctantly agree to Jody's
request.
Seeing this, Adam moved toward them until the head of
his impressive cock brushed her slightly parted lips.
Dianne recoiled slightly then, at Jody's whispered
urging, tentatively touched his cock-head with her
tongue. Then, seemingly surrendering to the inevitable,
she opened her mouth wider and slipped her ovaled lips
over Adam's now throbbing purple cock-head, her tongue
darting over its sensitive under side.
Seeing this, Jody slipped under Dianne's body, placing
her head between her now widespread thighs. Grasping
Dianne's hips, she lifted her mouth to her soaked pussy,
her probing tongue seeking Dianne's swollen clit. As she
made contact, Dianne moaned softly and began rocking her
hips as she eased her mouth down over Adam's throbbing
shaft.
I turned to Marianne and smiled broadly saying, "God, I
think I'm going to cum just watching this!"
"Just hang in there. You'll have plenty of time for that
in a few moments darling," she replied, giving my left
nipple a tweak.
Turning back to the window, I saw that Dianne was again
lying on her back with Jody kneeling astride her head and
Adam standing to one side, slowly stroking his rock hard
cock. Jody motioned for him to approach and he knelt
slowly beside
Dianne's hips, again spreading her thighs and massaging
her pussy. After allowing the audience a moment to
observe her by now her flushed, slightly parted pussy
lips, he slipped a pillow under her hips and positioned
himself between her widely spread legs. Grasping her
calves, he raised her legs and placed them on his
shoulders while moving closer to her until his cock
brushed her soaked, waiting pussy.
Marianne ran her tongue over my ear and nipped its lobe,
sending tingles of electricity through my already flushed
body. "This is going to be an experience for her. I know
her fianc‚e and he is very much smaller than Adam," she
smiled as she again pinched my nipple.
Adam had nestled his cock-head firmly into the opening
of Dianne's pussy, pressing his hips forward to hold it
in place. Meanwhile, Jody moved toward him, placing her
red-fringed pussy directly over Dianne's face. Leaning
forward, she grasped Adam's cock, holding it in position
as he pressed it slowly but determinedly into her hot,
tight opening.
Dianne's pussy stretched slowly, seeming to flow over
Adam's massive cock-head until it suddenly popped into
her. With a muted scream, Dianne jerked her hips upward,
impaling herself on his thick cock. At the same time she
thrust her mouth into Jody's pussy; sucking her clit
between her lips, her tongue lashing wildly.
Adam began sliding his cock gently in and out of her
stretched pussy, pushing deeper with each thrust until
his entire length was completely lodged within her, his
cock-head resting lightly against her cervix. He held his
body stiffly rigid as she humped herself wildly against
him.
Once convinced her pussy had completely adjusted to his
considerable size, he began stroking his cock into her
hot tightly clinging pussy; slowly at first, then
gathered speed until he was slamming into her, banging
against her cervix on each down stroke.
As Dianne neared her climax a low growl started deep in
her throat, developing into a full-blown scream as she
went over the top. Her body arched upward, lifting Adam's
body and driving his cock as deeply as possible into her.
He could hold back no longer, adding his own scream to
hers as his jerking cock pumped spurted hot semen again
and again into her spasming pussy. Completely spent, he
collapsed onto her, his rapidly deflating cock slipping
wetly out of her now limp body.
"Wow, I believe our little Dianne has passed her
entrance exams with flying colors," I exclaimed, smiling
back a Marianne's flushed face.
"Yes, it appears she is now more than ready to join our
little group," Marianne grinned.
Dianne was now sitting up, smiling but still seeming a
little bewildered by her experience. Jody released her
wrists from their restraints, then reached up and removed
her blindfold.
The first thing she saw was after her eyes adjusted to
the lights was Adam's smiling face as he gently said,
"Welcome to our club, Dianne."
Dianne threw her arms around his neck and placed a wet
passionate kiss on his lips, then she twisted around and
did the same to a broadly grinning Jody.
As the audience applauded, they rose and walked hand in
hand from the stage.
The End
(See "An Evening At The Castle - Part 2" for the contin-
uation of this story)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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