Author's Note:
This story picks up where 'Behind the Steel Door' left off. I tried to make this story stand-alone but if you are a stickler for detail and connections like I am you may want to read my others first.
On the other hand if you would prefer to dive right in, allow me to try to catch you up. In the story thus far, Alice and her best friend Candice have discovered a hidden entrance to a secret society of hedonists. They meet every weekend in a cavern dug deep beneath Candice's hillside home northeast of Phoenix Arizona.
Early on they witnessed the final trial of a beautiful young woman called Lillian during which she submitted to a ritualistic fucking of her mouth, pussy, and ass.
Later, Alice and Candice presented themselves for initiation by a fucking of their own design during which Alice was fucked and spanked while Candice ate her pussy and sucked the cock of Alice's fucker. Alice became so enthralled with her circumstances that she let go and went down on her friend. An act that she had never before imagined.
Like its predecessor, I found this story hard to categorize. While there are certainly elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism, I felt this tale better suited to the group-sex category.
In this tale you will find all sorts of sex-play including oral, vaginal, anal, lesbian, cream pie eating, snowballing, submission, spanking, and good-old hard rough fucking. If any of these aren't your thing please move on, there are plenty of other excellent stories on this site for you.
On the other hand, if this sounds like your sort of tale, please read on and enjoy. Be sure to leave a comment to let me know what you thought.
*****
I sat starring wistfully out my dorm room window at the dreary autumn sky diddling my pussy. Most days since the start of the quarter here at Stanford had been warm and sunny but the demands of my computer science schedule had thus far denied me the luxury of enjoying them.
Ironically, today was Sunday and it was supposed to be that - sunny. It was the first full day that I would have been able to do as I pleased since classes began last month. I had been looking forward to taking a walk around the Dish or maybe a jog around Lake Lagunita. Anything that would get me outdoors and into the beautiful fresh air and sunshine that I had so far only enjoyed for brief moments as I rushed from one building to another. But as the drizzle set in, I knew that those plans were shot.
So, I decided to crack the window just enough to let the smell of the rain waft in. The fresh scent of wet concrete reminded me of the damp rough-hewn stone that formed the walls, floor, and ceiling of the cavernous room where my best friend Candice and I had been initiated into the coterie earlier that summer.
I felt my panties dampen as I recalled the sting and subsequent warmth of the spankings that had been the major part of my initiation. For the record, the spankings had actually been my only request. Prior to that erotic night I had often fantasized about being brought to orgasm by spankings alone. I don't know why but I had always loved spankings. I don't think my dad ever caught on, but even as a kid I would purposely break the rules just for the spankings.
I used to try to get my boyfriends to spank me but they were just clueless high school guys more intent on getting their cocks sucked or fucked. And to be honest, I was generally complicit, and in the end just gave them what they wanted.
But the initiation had changed me in ways that I didn't yet fully comprehend. Being spanked and fucked while my friend ate my pussy had created new erotic synaptic connections. Things that I had never even once considered sensual prior to that night became insatiable desires.
It was in the literal heat of that moment that I was overcome with an undeniable urge to release the ropes that held me suspended over my friend and eat her pussy. In fact, when the impulse hit me it was so compelling, so overwhelming that I could think of nothing else. I wanted the smell, the taste, the feel, the warmth and wetness of her pussy in my mouth more than I had ever wanted anything before. I didn't just want to eat it, I wanted to both consume it - and be consumed by it.
That probably sounded weird, 'new erotic synaptic connections.' I can't help it, that's just the way my mind thinks. I'm fascinated with what we are calling machine learning or artificial intelligence. In fact, that's what I'm here at Stanford to study and I'm always finding parallels between how my mind thinks and learns and how we teach a computer to do the same.
You see, prior to that night the only kind of sex that held any interest for me was the regular old boy-girl stuff. While I wasn't a virgin, I hadn't really thought much about sex beyond giving a blowjob, getting my pussy eaten (by my boyfriend), and vaginal sex. I mean, those were awesome, all by themselves. And, though the high school boys I had been with were just as inexperienced as I was, we always figured it out and I had few complaints. OK, maybe I'm being generous, but at least it wasn't terrible.
Anyway, standing there in the middle of that room, in a circle of light, surrounded by countless strangers, their faces hidden in the shadows, my legs spread, Candice on her back beneath me eating me like only a girl can, a dick sawing in and out of my pussy while my ass was rhythmically spanked - what can I say - new synaptic connections were made.
At first I didn't really pay much attention to her pussy. I just held the ropes and starred out into the darkness between the bright studio lights illuminating the scene of our debauchery. But in the ecstasy of her tongue working my labia and her lips pulling my clit I glanced down at the perfection of her smooth mons waiting just a short distance below my chin.
The cock would switch from my pussy to her mouth causing her to arch her pelvis upward bringing her glistening pussy closer for my inspection. I marveled at its perfection, at her clit as it emerged from its hiding, at those puffy lips engorged with want, at the rivulet of sweet nectar that formed at the base of her slit and ran down her perineum like a waterfall, pooling in the cleft of her anus.
When the cock left mouth and returned to my pussy I was treated to the exquisite desperation of her gasping breaths on my labia as she recovered from the face fucking.
It was surreal. I stopped thinking and just started being.
I was the girl at center stage on full display, in sensual overload, orally thrilled and filled with cock. It felt like my mind and body were fully alive for the first time in my life and I wanted it to go on forever. It would be an understatement to say that I experienced a sexual awakening.
*****
We spent every Friday and Saturday night for the remainder of the summer down in that strange subterranean chamber. There was a woman there who called herself Mistress Carmela. She and her counterpart Master Ezra did their best to answer our questions about the ways and history of the coterie.
Actually it was Candice who asked most of the questions. She was eager to learn all she could about the dark cavernous room dug deep into the earth beneath her parents' house. Master Ezra called it 'The Oubliette.'
Yea, I had to look it up too. It wasn't really a torture chamber and it had several entrances dug from other homes far above, but it sounded better than 'deep dark foreboding pit in the ground.' To me, it was simply the place where our new hedonistic friends met to indulge themselves and each other.
I probably should have paid more attention to those early conversations. At least if I had, I might be able to explain what they meant by paths and trials. But my eyes just kind of glazed over with what seemed at the time to be boring details.
Most nights were much less formal than our initiation had been. If I had to describe them in a single word it would be 'orgy.' But I doubt that whatever your conception of what that word might mean would adequately describe what occurred on those nights. They were always unscripted, always different and always amazing.
The only constant was the silk robes we wore at the start of the night. Candice and I continued to wear white which allowed us to mingle freely between groups without expectation. For the coterie, white was a symbol of purity. Not that we were virgins by any means, just that we hadn't committed to a particular path. As such it meant that we could join whatever group interested us but were never obligated to participate with any of them. For me, it was simultaneously freeing and constraining. But, for Candice it was heaven.
It usually didn't take long before robes would loosen and fall as hands and mouths began to explore. Moans, sighs, and grunts replaced words as bodies and parts collided.
The orgies were always epic and Candice dove in with abandon. Her interests, like mine, were wide and varied. Some nights she would be the lone girl in a group of men allowing each to do with her as he pleased. Other nights she would join as the third in a threesome with an older couple who sought the pleasures of her youth. Oh, and how she loved to eat pussy - I don't think there was ever an evening where she didn't go down on at least one girl, even if that girl was only me. And of course when she did, I would always reciprocate.
Candice understood me better than anyone in the whole world. We had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. Knowing me as she did, she always made sure I was included me in her escapades.
It's not that I didn't want to join a group on my own, it's just that I preferred to be brought in. I wanted someone who would take charge. Actually, I wanted to be taken, to submit. But not to just anyone - to someone I could trust. Someone that I respected and wanted to please. I wouldn't classify Candice as dominate, she's just outgoing and her enthusiasm is contagious so when she wanted me in with her group it was easy to go with it.
God how I loved those nights when she would pull me into a large group where I could get lost in the lust and abandon of the group's desires. Don't ask me why, I don't want to be psychoanalyzed, I just like what I like. And, what I like is to be taken. Not raped, not fucked against my will. Just powerfully used by someone or some group who want me so much that their needs overcome their restraint.
I like it rough and I don't want to have to ask for it. And I don't want to constantly be asked if I'm OK - if I'm not, I'll let you know. Otherwise, just keep fucking me, hard.
That summer will be forever etched in my mind. If I were to accurately describe each of our weekend escapades and the mid-week talks we had about them I would have to write a book, maybe even a trilogy. But I'm no writer. You'd have to talk to Candice about that - she loves to write. Me, I just like to fuck. Well, OK, I just like to BE fucked.
