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 fianc�e 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 fianc�e, 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 fianc�e 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)