in a sweeping graceful arc. It took us past the house and led us to a small parking area off to one side. There, three or four cars were already waiting. I parked behind a shiny limousine, and helped Dianna out of the car. We followed the driveway back to the house, then around to its front. The borders of the path were bright with flowers, and a vast expense of dark green lawn, recently manicured, stretched out from us on all sides. Irees dotted the grounds, and from the hidden branches came a demanding, almost strident symphony of hungry birds screeching for their evening meal. We said nothing as we mounted the five wide steps that led to the porticoed front entrance. I knocked three times on the thick brown wood of the door, winked once at Dianna, and waited.
Both Ron and Vivian greeted us as the door swung open. I shook Ron's proffered hand, and leaned over as Vivian gave me a peck on the cheek.
'Good to see the two of you,' Ron said. I answered that the feeling was mutual. Viv said something to Dianna, and the two giggled. We spoke for a few minutes in the red-tiled entry hall. The small chandelier hanging high above us cast down a muted amber light on the four of us. . Vivian was dressed much as she was the last time I saw her. Her breasts, which were as large as I had remembered them, pressed out against the thin, very light blue material of her blouse; she wore no bra, and I couldn't help but notice her nipples as they hardened to full erection as the four of us chatted. She wore no slip under her matching dress, and the outline of her legs as they curved up to the faintly dark-shadowed triangle of her mound. Vivian's hair was down, falling straight over her shoulders, so blonde that it seemed almost white. I felt my cock tingle at the thought of taking her, burying my face between her two luscious breasts as my cock filled her cunt.
Ron was dressed in slacks and a knit sports shirt, the copper-colored bulge of his thick-muscled arms stretching at the fabric. The pants were tight, and I noticed the large bulge between his legs as he eyed Dianna, his anticipation of enjoying her inviting body obviously rivaling my own demanding anx-iousness.
A few more minutes passed, and then our hosts led us down a long hall and into the huge, high-ceilinged, oak-paneled livingroom. The room resembled a barn in size and shape, longer than wide, a large red carpet covering most of the floor area. Furniture had been grouped in two places, one off to the left of the double doors through which we had entered, and then the major setting in the center of the room. Facing us from the far opposite wall was a gigantic fireplace, easily large enough to walk into, its flames crackling and dancing on the three great logs that had been placed across the massive andirons. A great crystal chandelier hung down over the center of the floor. Only about a quarter of the lights on it had been turned on, and the crystal, together with the fireplace, cast a gently sparkling shower of blue-and-golden-hued shadows around those of us below. A bar had been set up on the wall to our left, and two couples were speaking together as the men mixed some drinks. Everything in the place seemed slow and calming, much like a photograph taken through a clouded lens.
Our host and hostess led us over to where the four stood talking in front of the bar.
We were greeted with smiles and handshakes. The first couple, Jim and Linda, had been members of The Group for over a year. Jim was a huge man, very tall, very wide at the shoulders, his body apparently the result of many hours spent with the weights. Jim's wife, Linda, was almost as tall as Dianna, and as dark as Dee was blonde. Linda's breasts were large and firm-looking, completely visible virtually to the nipples as they peeked out from under the woman's almost-unbuttoned blouse.
The second couple, Rich and Pam, were the other applicant couple that Ron had mentioned days earlier. I could feel a rush as I was introduced to Rich's wife. She was young, very young; later, I learned that she had turned eighteen only a few weeks before, and that the two of them had decided that the ritual of The Group's initiation would provide a fitting celebration with which to welcome the girl to full womanhood. My cock began to ache for her breasts, which were small and very round, her nipples bright red with their stiffness, teasing me from behind the cloudlike material of her blouse. She had long, sandy-blonde hair, which added to her image of a round, tanned beach girl, fresh and ripe to be tried. It was obvious that the woman, like the others, wore nothing under her skirt.
Ron mixed Dianne and me a drink, and the six of us talked quietly. Pam and Dianna, anxious and pleasantly uncertain as to the adventure that awaited them, spoke nervously together; Linda had been appointed as Pam's 'guide' for the evening's activities, and Ron told us that Vivian had been appointed Dianna's. They would stay with the two applicants at all times, offering their support
when and if needed. Ron excused himself and then disappeared for a brief moment. He materialized once again with a small round silver tray upon which were arranged a couple of dozen joints. I took one, lit it and, taking a long sucking hit, passed it over to Dee, who, in turn, passed it to Pam. We small-talked while we smoked the doobie, until finally, we heard the front-door chimes from what seemed like miles away.
'Ohoh, it's getting late,' Ron said asiie excused himself a second time, on this occasion to answer the knock. 'Viv, Linda, you'd better take Dianna and Pam and get them ready,' Ron suggested that Rich and I wait for him at the bar, and then disappeared once again down the hall to welcome the just-arriving members. Vivian and Linda then took Dee and Pam from the room, guiding them through a door leading to another part of the house.
I mixed another drink for both Rich and myself, took another joint off the tray that Ron had left on the bar, and passed the next few minutes by talking to Pam's husband, Rich. Ron rejoined us, leaving from time to time to welcome the members as the chimes continued to announce their presence.
Within thirty minutes, all of those expected had arrived. The huge room, though certainly not anywhere filled, had nevertheless come alive as it sheltered the fourteen or fifteen couples who now milled quietly about, speaking, laughing, greeting each other. Ron had told us during our conversation at the bar that most of the members preferred that their only contact with the other members take place only at the parties. Rich and I watched as the members acted like simply old friends; Rich echoed my own thoughts when he commented on how attractive everyone was, the women all strikingly sexual, the men all, without exception, handsome.
The initiation ceremony, or ritual, as Ron had referred to it during our initial conversation, was the sexual centerpiece of the party. It had been informally developed over the years, and was now required of every applicant couple. Designed to merge the applicants into the total hedonism of The Group, as well as to make certain of their sincerity, the ritual was divided into four parts. To open the ritual, each of the applicants were to be individually introduced to the members. Then each of the two women would be taken to separate rooms where, for one hour, each would 'perform' for an audience, each audience comprised of half the members present. After an hour, the women would be.given a thirty-minute rest, and then the opposite audience would be entertained. The husband of each applicant was required to remain in his wife's room during the first hour. After the second performance, the applicant wives would then be given a second thirty-minute rest period, at the end of which they would then be returned to the livingroom and be allowed to participate in the more or less general debauchery that would then continue throughout the evening.
Rich and I had just finished our second joint when the door off to the right of the room opened, and Dianna and Pam, led by Vivian and Linda, entered the room.
The outfit that Dianna had worn to the party was gone. In its place was a very light blue toga like garment, the material sheer and thin. Its length was enough to fall just below her pussy, and absolutely no farther. Dee's nipples were very red and very erect, and her eyes echoed the excitement that she was feeling. As she walked with Vivian to the center of the room, the black down of her mound flirted out from behind the see-through material of the toga. Dianna winked a smile at me as she passed in front of the bar. Holding Linda's arm, Pam walked behind Dianna, dressed similarly, only in white. The ju'st-turned eighteen-year-old looked like a very eager virgin bride brought to be enjoyed by all of her guests. I sucked in my breath as she walked by; the toga lifted up above her hips, teasing my mind with the firm, protruding curve of her ass. Rich said something that I couldn't quite hear as the four passed by.
Without being told, the members formed a long line. Linda and Vivian stood with Pam and Dianna at the head of the column, and began the introductions. I lit up another joint as I watched the introductions. Vivan said something to Dianna that I couldn't hear, and the first couple in line welcomed her to the party, the man, extending his hand to Dianna and shaking hers; the woman giving Dee a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. I had been introduced to the couple when they had first arrived, and remembered their names as Bob and Saman-tha, or, as her husband had introduced her, as 'Sam.' In that Ron had told me what to expect, I wasn't surprised when Bob reached down and ran 64 his hands over Dianna's virtually naked ass for a brief moment as Sam and Dee spoke. Pam, standing next to Dianna, was being introduced to the second couple in line; the man, whose name I later learned to be 'Jack,' had gently pulled Pam's left breast from behind the fabric of her toga, and was caressing the firm young softness as they talked.
