The introductions continued. My cock, engorged with my own excitement, strained as a woman named Barbara reached down to Dee's thighs and gently forced them apart. As Dianna and Barbara's husband spoke, Barbara ran a slender finger first over the mound of her pussy, then between the lips of her cunt. Barbara then straightened up and extended her finger, now glistening with the juice of Dianna's anxiousness, to her husband's lips. The man, Bill, licked at the oily fluid, then, smiling, said something to Dee. Dianna replied, and the three laughed. Pam was now bending over, her toga lifted up over her pert rear as another couple examined her pussy from behind, the man and woman running their hands over her ass and between her legs as she held herself open for their inspection. The man's fingers had disappeared up into her young-willing cunt, and her asscheeks rotated in invitation for their further probing.
There had been building in the room a heavy, almost touchable sexual tension, and now what was essentially a period of teasing and fondling only added to the dense sexual mist. I rode a lightninglike rush as one couple examined Dianna, their eager fingers exploring the sweeping curves and crests of her bosom; I felt the sticky wetness as a warm pearl of semen seeped from the head of my cock as the man's fingers pulled the lips of her cunt open so that his wife could insert her own red-tipped fingers up into Dianna's snatch. Dee was squirming now, and, opening her eyes, she turned her head back over her shoulder and watched as the two members finished their pleasure. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, the blue, normally pale, now bright and piercing. The 'receiving line' continued, each of the member couples spending a few minutes each with the two applicants. In each case, the introductions were by a fondling, gentle discovery, both the men and women satisfying their curiosity about the newcomers' potential. Dianna's pussy was glistening pink with the flow of her anticipation, and 66 both Rich and I watched as a slow golden stream of Pam's oily juices flowed down her thigh.
Several times during the introductions the couples, after they had met Pam and Dianna, would drift over to the bar, joining Rich and me. Everyone was speaking quietly, and finished off their drinks as the line finally drew to an end.
As the couple finished with their introductions, Linda and Vivian led Pam and Dianna from the room, back down the hallway where, I presumed, they would each eventually be taken to their two separate rooms. My cock, aching with its hardness, grew almost numb with the strain as I envisioned the next part of the ritual.
Rich and I talked together as we, along with the members, waited while the two women were given a half- hour to rest and prepare themselves for what Ron had called their 'performances.' Pam's husband had given up in his attempt to hide the huge bulge in his pants, and his voice was almost cracking with anxious, exciting dread. Pam had looked especially good as the men, many of them old enough to be her father, took great delight in the young-girl firmness of her breasts and buttocks. She had reacted well to the teasing, spreading her thighs and holding herself open for the members' examinations. Rich had told me earlier that this was to be his wife's first experience with group sex, and like Dianna, she seemed to be enjoying being part of the center of attention.
More minutes passed, until I felt a touch at my elbow. I turned to find Linda and Vivian's breasts as she told us that Pam and Dianna were ready, and that it was time for the two of us to take our places for the first performance. Nancy took my hand and led me to the door; Linda and Rich followed behind us. I sensed the members forming a line behind us as I was escorted into Dianna's room. The bedroom was square in shape and of medium size. A large bed stood against the far wall; a small table had been placed on the left side of the bed, at its head. Chairs had been arranged around the bed, with a large, heavily upholstered chair at the head of the bed on its right side. Vivian had me sit in the chair, and then she remained there, standing back just to my right. The members began filing silently into the room, no one speaking, only the occasional snapping of the large thick candle on the side table breaking the silence. The dark red 68 candle provided the only light in the room, and its flame cast everyone and everything in a soft, warm glow.
Dianna was on the bed, spread on her back. Her toga had been left open on top, and her huge breasts, tipped in the hard, dark red of her anticipation, slowly rose and fell with each of her breaths. The pale-blue material rested over the mound of her pussy, and, with her legs spread, canopied over the exposed slippery pink flesh of her cunt. A large cushion had been placed under her ass, forcing her to arch a bit up off the mattress. Her thighs were spread over each side of the pillow, and the golden shadows of the candle and the blue of her gown on the deep brown of her own tanned body seemed to all melt together, down into the pure whiteness of the satin sheet that stretched tightly over the mattress. Once the allotted number of members had filed into the room, the door was closed, isolating our small private world even farther from the reality outside. At the same instant, a switch was thrown. A small light fixture snapped to work, its lensed bulb beaming down upon the ready body directly below a curtain of light-blue shadows, its slowly shifting color adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. There seemed to be no sound, no movement, no motion in the room at all as Dianna lay perfectly still on her back, her eyes closed, waiting for some private secret signal to begin her performance.
The stillness became almost unbearable until finally Dianna began to move her hands to her breasts. Her fingers found her nipples, and, her eyes closed, began to pinch and tease at the hard red rosettes; my cock stiffened back to full length as Dianna's hands caressed the softness of her bosom as she gently moved the huge, round cloudlike mounds in great circles, forcing their shifting curves first to her left, then to her right. Her head was resting on a second white-covered pillow, and she stretched her head forward as her hands held her left breast; her tongue darted out as she held the nipple to her mouth, and she teased and licked at it as we watched. Her tongue satisfied for the moment, her hands released her breast, and slowly, deliberately, her fingers traced their way over the tight flat expanse of her belly and gently found the warm moistness of her pussy. Her fingers pulled apart her lips, and she arched up off the cushion as she exposed her 70 pink glistening wetness to those gathered around the bed.
With the fingers of her right hand, she pulled the lips of her cunt wider. My breath quickened as I noticed a rivulet of her juices overflowing from hes tight darkness and falling onto the white satin of the sheet below, a dark stain forming to mark each drop. One of the men at the foot of the bed bent down and forward, his face almost level with the surface of the bed, staring up between Dianna's open thighs and into her cunt. He reached out and pushed her legs farther apart, and I felt my balls jerk involuntarily as he held her open for all to see.
Lost in my own private whirling world, and dripping with the anticipation of providing the feast for the hungry audience, Dianna, her eyes still closed, inserted first one finger up into her pussy, and then a second; she remained motionless for a moment, then began a pumping motion with her hand, her wetness making lush sucking sounds as her fingers teased at the growing, demanding desire deep within her.
With the passage of each second, Dianna's movements became more and more pronounced; her breathing had quickened, and her fingers moved back and forth with a steadily increasing urgency.
One of the women who had been sitting facing the left side of the bed stood up; she stepped to the bed, and, as Dianna's hand continued its thrust-ings, she began to float her hands delicately over Dianna's body, tracing the lines of the fleshy curves from one soft treasure to another, her fingertips exploring and discovering as they moved. Bob, who had been hidden in the shadows also moved to the bed, and his hands began their own discovery of the sweep of Dianna's thighs, as they led up and finally united into the waiting moist softness of her pussy. Dianna's fingers met Bob's; she slowly withdrew her hand from between the lips of her cunt, then arched as Bob's hand took its place. More hands found the inside of Dianna's thighs as Bob pushed two fingers up into her vaginal opening; Dee arched high up off the pillow to accept his probing. Another set of fingers reached between her lips, stretching her pussy wide; another man pushed her legs back, and suddenly hands were on her ass, fingers running over the crest of the delightful cheeks; a woman I recognized as Susan had reclined on the bed next to Dianna, and had reached around and under Dianna, her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass as Bob held her legs open and back.
I watched as another man dipped his digits into a small crystal bowl of thick clear oil; he approached the bed and bent down over Dianna's legs to reach between her thighs. His face was only a few inches from Dianna's spread cunt; his fingers snaked down between the cheeks of her ass. Dianna moaned loudly as he rubbed the slippery glop into her anus; a second loud moan followed as he pushed his finger down into her tightness.
Dianna leaned her head forward and opened her eyes. Her stare found that of the lover probing her ass, and she smiled, then again rested her head back on the pillow. Samantha, Bob's wife, lowered her mouth to Dianna's, their tongues meeting as Sam's hands played over her now slightly trembling boobs.
More minutes passed, and then the man kneeling between Dianna's thighs withdrew his fingers from her ass; as other hands continued their gentle frenzied assault on her cunt, a man who had been introduced to me earlier in the evening as Frank approached the bed.
It was not until Frank had knelt upon the bed directly between Dianna's knees that I saw the long white
