Both men answered no, that in fact Tamara's pussy was absolutely dry. 'Perfectly dry?' 'Perfectly dry,' John answered.
By this time the attention of everyone on the patio was fixed on the strange conversation taking place against the wall.
'Tamara,' David said, addressing his wife. 'Are you looking forward to being fucked tonight by my two friends here?'
Tamara, her head still down, answered. 'Yes, yes. I'm very anxious for your friends to fuck me tonight.'
'Does the thought of being used by John and Ted excite you?'
'Yes. The thought excites me very much. Very much.'
'I'd like to see, and I'm certain that my friends would like to see, just how excited you really are.'
Tamara, still bending at the waist, lifted her head back over her shouder, her eyes fixing first on John, then Ted, and then finally David.
'I want to do whatever it is that you want… you know that…' Tamara answered, her words tinged with just a bit of what I assumed to be an English accent.
Keeping her eyes on David's and spreading her thighs apart by about three more inches, she smiled. Suddenly, the lips of her pussy pulled apart. One of those watching the unfolding drama from across the room gasped as her lips opened fully by efforts entirely their own. As the crevice of her cunt widened, her thighs trembled, and then slowly the petals of her cunt drew again together. Four or five seconds passed, and once more, her pussy opened; the bright pink flesh called out to be touched, and I could feel my cock rising up to its stiff full length.
David's words broke the stillness. 'But Tamara, you said that you were excited, but just a few sec91 onds ago, both Ted and John found your pussy to be dry, I think that we'd all like to see just how wet you can get.'
Tamara's eyes closed half-shut. 'All right, John.'
She returned to her original position, her back to the men, bent at the waist, braced against the top of the wall, the copper crest of her ass high, her thighs wide open, her head straining to reach the ground between her bare brown feet.
The lips of her pussy convulsed, and suddenly the exposed pink flesh of her cunt began to glimmer with an oily golden flow as the juices of her somehow provoked excitement began to seep from her depths, spilling out slowly. The glow grew more and more noticeable until it began to form into amber slippery pearl drops, rising from the peaking arch of her labia, then hanging for a brief few seconds, growing quickly, then finally falling to the red brick floor of the patio between her legs. The scent of her musk began to mix with the heavy air of the night,
David motioned to Ted with his eyes, and Ted, understanding at once, reached into Tamara's cunt then, his finger coated with her tide, brought his fingers to his lips. 'Jesus, she's so sweet… her oil's so thick and slippery.' Ted finished licking at Tamara's fluids. David smiled.
Then Tamara, as her oils continued to drip from her cunt, moaned softly. The lips of her pussy began to jerk in convulsion, ripening to full acceptance, then quickly closing, then opening, then closing again, on and on, as if her sopping entrance had a life of its own, inviting those watching into its lush moist grip. Her juices made soft squishing sucking sounds as the pressure of her lips increased and decreased against the pink moist flesh. No one had touched her since David had told her to show us what he had quite accurately called her 'special talent,' and her display was unbelieveable. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have the lips of her cunt clutch at me with their wet spasmodic movements, holding me, then releasing me, then grabbing me again as I gushed out into her dripping hot cunt. My balls felt heavier and heavier as they surged with my want, until finally David, although with some hesitation, brought the drama to a halt.
'All right, Tamara, my love. Yes, I see you've become quite wet. My, you are wet, aren't you?' 'Yes, David, I'm… ready, very ready…'
David reached over to her and pulled her dress back over her ass. Tamara straightened up slowly; her smile was still on her lips, her breathing had immediately slowed to a normal pace, her manner calm and as if what had just occurred had been only the bizarre visions of those around her. The four resumed their conversation as before, talking quietly, and the other members on the patio returned to their own hushed thoughts. I noticed, however, that Tamara's performance had left its mark, increasing the sexual tension of those who had observed her all-too-brief display. As if incited by the woman's compliant, anxious willingness to carry out the wishes and pleasures of her man, Sa-mantha, her blouse pulled down around her waist, her exquisitely full breasts exposed, leaned back against the frame of the patio door as her husband Bob and another sucked hungrily at each of her nipples, the four hands of the men pawing over the softness of her breasts as a third man sampled with his twisting, probing finger the pink slippery flesh of her cunt. Just beyond the patio, out on the closely manicured green of the lawn, another woman, naked and spread on her back, moaned softly into the night as members Bill and Jack licked together at her willing, wet cunt, and from somewhere on the lawn beyond them, I heard the soft gasping whispers of the voice I recognized as that of Barbara as she rode her love partner's cock 94 in the darkness.
The joint I had been smoking just before Ta-mara began her show had, after being ignored for several minutes, given out. I relit the doobie, took a long hit, then another, and finally a third. Another suck on my drink, one more hit, and then Ron and Viv stood at the doorway, announcing that the second part of the ritual was about to begin and that we should now adjourn to the second bedroom. Forming a loose, informal line, those members who had been out on the patio began o walk slowly back through the tall French doors into the livingroom. Then, depending upon which bedroom they had been in during the previous performance, they found their way into the opposite woman's room. Vivian had motioned for me to follow her, and I waited with her as the members filed by us.
'Dianna's fine,'she whispered into my ear. 'She told me to tell you that she's enjoying every second of this. How about you?'
'God, are you kidding,' I replied, my mind encountering almost impossible odds in ignoring the fact that about forty-five minutes ago this beautiful woman next to me had taken the entire length of my aching cock into her mouth and was apparently willing, perhaps eager, to probe my wet re95 lease into her mouth. 'I love this, I can't believe Pm here,' I told her. She laughed softly. 'I know.'
I followed Vivian, who followed the other members back through the livingroom, then down the long hall which led to the two bedrooms being used by Dianna and Pam as the fantasy theater for their performances. The rules of The Group called for the husbands of each applicant to attend, after the first hour, the performance of the other applicant, but not his wife, for the second.
I followed those who ushered themselves into Pam's dark bedroom.
The room was similar to Dianna's, perhaps a few square feet larger. Like Dianna's, this room was dark, lit only by a candle burning next to the bed. The bed was set with its large wooden headboard up against the opposite wall, and it was also large. The mattress had been covered in a black satin, as were several cushions and pillows scattered about its surface.
In the middle of the bed was Pam, her young eighteen-year-old body spread open as she lay on her back. As with Dianna, a cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her pussy, its light covering of sandy white down visible through the light fabric of her toga, high up into the air. The lips of her young cunt were open slightly, and the fresh pink flesh of her insides was still red and glistening from her introductory efforts of less than an hour before. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep.
No one spoke as the members filled the room. I found myself standing against the wall opposite the bed, looking directly up between Pam's tender teenage thighs.
I thought for a moment of Dianna, alone on her bed in the next room, and the anticipation that I knew that she must be feeling right at that moment.
Someone closed the door and at the same time a light snapped on, bathing the delectable Pam in a flood of slowy drifting red light.
Pam looked so inviting as she remained motionless on the bed. Her nipples, stiff and hard and red, and the slippery pink glistening flesh between her legs were the only signs that she was not, in fact, asleep. Because she looked so young and fresh, she appeared so terribly vulnerable as she waited while our eyes feasted on her.
Linda stood by the head of the bed, just as Vivian had attended Dianna's first performance. Linda's dark hair
