be held on a monthly basis and, at the time of admission, each couple was now required to attend at least eight of the parties a year. Ron and Jack both told us that probably after The Group reached a membership of twenty couples, the membership would be considered closed. Not to my surprise, we were told that Dianna and I, as well as Rich and Pam, had weathered the ritual with flying colors, and could consider ourselves members of The Group from here on out. I asked Ron about the mansion, and he told me that the members were able to rent it for certain weekends during the year from a couple who spent a great deal of time traveling in Europe. The owners were actually members themselves, and that we would probably meet them at the next party. Actually, Ron elaborated, the owners provied the house rent-free, and were therefore not required, as were the others, to contribute to the expenses. The thought of future parties tickled at my balls, and I could feel a slight stiffening in my cock at the idea of more opportunities to Jose myself in fantasies similar to this evening's. The conversation then turned to the party. Jack complimented Dianna on her performance; he had seen the first of the two. Dee blushed her thank you's. Someone else mentioned Tamara and her amazing ability of physical control. I remarked that I had watched her for a few minutes earlier in the eveing during one of the 'breaks' out on the patio, and that I had a difficult time forcing myself to believe what I was seeing. The talk went on, and I found myself excited by the recounting of the earlier hours. I noticed that Ron had slipped his hand under the fluffy white material of Vivian's robe, and his hands were casually caressing the woman's great round softness.' Dianna had moved closer against me, and through the thin material of her blouse, her nipples began to stiffen against the fabric. Viv asked if anyone wanted a joint and, at several affirmative murmurs, leaned over to the table to take a couple of the slightly straw-colored cigarettes off the tray. As she leaned over in front of me, her robe parted and her left breast swung free. After she returned to the couch, she made no effort to close her robe, and I began to feel a growing need to take the magnificent soft globes into my mouth. The dope began to take hold and Linda, Jim's hand now running lightly up and down her thigh, began talking about how much she had enjoyed the final hours of the party, when the idea of inhibitions seemed to be as rare and unthinkable as not coming to the party at all. Linda took another joint from the tray, lit it, took a giant hit, and then passed it over to Dianna. Expelling the heavy grey smoke in a thick perfumed stream, she 161 said with a wide, satisfied smile on her lips that at one point she had been on her hands and knees, with Frank in her pussy; she remembered turning her head back over her shoulder just as she and Frank had begun to come, and opening her eyes for a few brief seconds, saw three other men kneeling by her side, waiting patiently for an opportunity to fuck her. The idea of accepting man after man after man seemed to slam into her mind like a rocket, sending,her into a climax that she thought would never cease. Susan asked Dianna how she had enjoyed the Initiation Ritual.
'I loved it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Having an us ending supply of lovers… I just couldn't believe the feeling. And knowing that so many people were watching me, Jesus… Understand, Ben and I, well, he enjoys using me… or, really, I guess, my body, and my body, well, it enjoys being used. Having Ben telling me to accept the other men… and women… God, what a fantasy come true.'
'So you'll be back?' Samantha's voice carried an anxious note of hope in its tone. 'Oh, God, you'd better beleive it,' Dianna an- swered. A slow dreamy smile played at her lips. 'God, Sam… sometime during the evening… God, when was it… I was… uh… tasting you, and Ron was inside of my pussy… Sam, you were so wet, you move so well…'
The talk was becoming more intimate, and there seemed to be the first hints of a growing sexual tension filling the room. Bob's hand went between Samantha's legs, and she spread them a bit to widen his path.
'You know,' Bob began, first lighting and taking a hit off another joint, 'what we should really do-since everyone is agreed that this was probably the best of our parties-is finish off the evening in a really special way. Make it a great ending to a great evening.' Everyone else in the room, after a few initial moans and groans, voiced enthusiastic support for the idea. The problem was to think of something that could top what had taken place just a few hours before. Several ideas were proposed, all being quickly dismissed as being either anatomically impossible or requiring too much energy. By this time, the discussion had become a game, with even the most weary of us shouting out bizarre sexual groupings and activities through the laughter.
'I've got it!' announced Jack. He stood up, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. He was talking to himself, as if muttering over the sudden idea captured within his head.
'So… we're waiting, Jack…' Samantha looked up at him, smiling. We all became silent, eager for him to explain his plan.
'Oh… Oh… I'll need one woman…' he turned to face Dianna. 'Great, Dianna, only fair, you being one of the newest members… Besides, I'll guarantee that you're going to enjoy this, yes… and, yes… yes, I'll need an assistant… Sam, yes, yes, you'll do perfectly… c'mon, Dee…'
Dianna turned to me, half-laugh and half-smile playing across her mouth; she shrugged her shoulders, stood up and stepped over to where Jack waited. Samanatha disentangled herself from Bob's hands and joined the two. 'So what's the plan, Jack?' Ron asked.
'Uh… it'll have to be a surprise. You'll just have to be patient.' 'C'mon… we demand to know!' Vivian's laughing demand was echoed by our protests. Jack held his hand up in mock solemnity.
'Now, now… tell you what. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll treat you to a real ending for the party. I guarantee, really. Trust me.'
After a few more pleas, all of which were ignored, Jack took the two women by the hand and guided then out through the door leading down a short hall and then into the dining room/kitchen portion of the great house. As he left the room, he turned-back to us.
'But… I must have absolute privacy until I'm ready. I'll be out in about twenty minutes.' With that he disappeared into the darkness of the hall, pulling the heavy wooden door closed behind him.
The rest of us turned back to the fire. Vivian motioned me to sit down next to her and Ron, who were now on the floor directly in front of the fire. I lowered myself to the carpet behind her, Ron to her front. Linda got out another joint and it made several rounds before its tiny remnants were dropped into the large glass ashtray.
Viv wondered aloud about what Jack had planned.
'God, my curiosity is killing me,'she said. Her back was to me; she reached back and took my right hand in hers. Spreading apart her thighs, she placed my hand between her shapely legs, up against her pussy. I could feel her warmth through the fabric of the robe. My mind was once again beginning to take on a decided tilt, and thoughts of what Jack and Samantha might be doing to Dianna, and the lust wet softness of the woman next to me, began to force that slightly aching, slighting tingling feeling swirling back around my nuts.
The door to the hallway opened and Jack popped his head into the livingroom.
'Need ten more minutes,' he said, smiling, then pulling his head back into the hall, closing the door sharply as he disappeared once again, quickly enough to avoid our new protests.
Finally, about fifteen minutes later, the door once again swung open. Jack stepped into the livingroom, a broad smile on his face.
'Follow me, eef you pleeze,' he said, trying with little success but much humor to take on an ersatz French accent. We all stood up, anxious to discover Jack's great secret. I helped Vivian to her feet, and with the others joined in a very rag-tag line with Jack at the head. When he was satisfied with our seriousness, he led us out of the livingroom and down the hall; at the end of which two beautifully carved doors stood closed against our laughing advanced column. When we reached the doors, Jack again held up his hand, bringing us to a bumping, giggling halt. Our leader then turned and took the double knobs in his hands and, giving them a quick strong twist, pushed the doors open. A giant crystal chandelier hung dead-center from the intricately carved high wooden ceiling. The light, sparkling blue and gold and green through the hundreds of prisms of the antique fixture, flooded down upon a brilliantly deep-red carpet, framed by four dark-paneled walls. Directly under the chandelier was a long, incredibly long, dining table, its narrow length stretching almost the entire length of the room. At each end of the table stood two twisting, matching silver can-delabras, each one holding six tall, white flame-tipped candles. The surface of the table was covered with a brilliantly white starched and creased tkblecloth.
Jack stood off to the side and with a bow and a sweeping motion of his left hand, he ushered us into the room. We took about two steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. We stood across the room from the table, directly at its center.
I could literally feel my eyes widen as I understood what I was seeing. I knew that I heard a loud collective gasp from those around me.
Directly across from us on the other side of the table stood Samantha. She had found an old-fashioned chef's hat somewhere, and except for the tall white cap and her smile, she was naked. Stretched out on her back
