Chapter 11

THE INITIATION

The next morning Ted was waiting for me at the door about twenty minutes before the final bell was due to ring. We went inside the classroom and he informed ma that the board had given its approval of Claire, her sister, and me. Our initiation was to take place Friday night in Ted's garage, the same place where the films were made.

"How about your folks?" I inquired. "Won't they be apt to break in on the affair?"

"What do you mean, break in? My dad and mother are auxiliary members of the club now, and have been for the past four years!"

"You mean....?"

"That's right, my folks are real swingers, especially Mom! She was the first to join after she saw some of the initiations we held here. My oldest sister Connie joined when she was thirteen, and after she was a member for only about six months, the club elected her president. She's seventeen now and she's still the president.

"When my dad found out about the club, and my sister and mother's part in it, he was a little sore, but he soon got over that when he discovered the kids didn't mind his making movies of the affairs, as long as he didn't show them around locally. Dad sells them to customers back East who are hot to trot for movies of teen-age sex!"

As he finished, four or five of the youngsters arrived early for class and took their seats. When Ted remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow night," I noticed sly glances among the students. One girl, Joan Waters, even winked at me. It was going to be difficult to wait for Friday!

When I called Claire that afternoon and told her of our forthcoming adventure, she was as excited as a kitten.

"I've heard some whispers of that club, but never anything definite. Oh, God, and now WE'RE going to be in it! That's really fabulous! Just wait till I tell Tina. She'll go ape!"

"Listen," I said, "I'm going to stay away from both of you for the rest of the week, so I can get all the rest I can. I'd advise you and Tina to do the same. I have a hunch these kids could wear all three of us out without much trouble. I for one am going to be as ready as I can be!"

"Okay, spoil-sport," Claire laughed. "But I'm going to miss that lovely prick of yours while Tina and I play with each other!"

"If I were you," I warned, "I'd even cut out the mutual masturbation. I'd just lie around and wait for Friday night. That's what I'm going to do."

"I guess you're right," she agreed. "But I'll be so horny by Friday, I might rape the principal if he comes into my class!"

The next few days seemed to take forever to pass. I found myself with a perpetual hard-on as I contemplated the coming Friday night. It finally arrived.

I picked Tina and Claire up and we drove to Ted Johnson's house. It was a large, expensive affair and had a driveway which led past the house to the garage in the rear. An abandoned tennis court was being used as a parking lot, and there were about twenty cars parked there already and we were about fifteen minutes early.

I parked the car and the three of us approached the door to the garage. An apartment-type peephole was utilized to view us, and then the door was opened by a small middle-aged woman. She was still lovely in spite of her age, and her figure could compete with any of the young girls present. She introduced herself as Ted's mother Frances, and then she called over her husband Paul. He jovially shook hands all around, and then led us into the large building which was constructed to house at least three cars and had a servant's room at the rear.

The kids were all between thirteen and nineteen, and a casual observor would have guessed they were all there to rehearse for a school play or practice hymns for Sunday School. All of them were neatly dressed and behaved themselves as though they were being watched by their parents. We recognized about ten kids from our classes, but the rest of the bunch were complete strangers.

The door opened again and a beautiful girl of about seventeen entered. She kissed Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and then took her place behind the desk at the back. She picked up the gavel and rapped for order.

"The regular semi-monthly meeting of Sexteens Anonymous is called to order! Tonight we have three more initiations, so we will attempt to hurry the regular meeting along. Will the secretary please read the minutes of the last meeting?"

Craig Tomkins stood up to read the minutes. It took about two minutes for him to describe the previous initiation of Stella and Candy, and he read a report of the movie which had been made. I shifted uneasily as he read how the plan to show the movie during my class was outlined and approved unanimously.

After reading of the minutes, the report from the treasurer came and was read by Mr. Johnson. Three committee reports were made, and except for the use of four-letter words, the meeting could have been any standard group of Rotarians, Chamber of Commerce or Church Elders. Parliamentary law was strictly adhered to throughout.

When Connie asked for "new business," Ted Johnson stood up and introduced the three new initiates. Connie then adjourned the business meeting to get on with the initiation.

The three of us were blindfolded and then stripped of our clothing. I could hear the appreciative whistles of the boys as the garments were removed from Claire and Tina. When my shorts were taken down and my erect prick sprang forth, I heard the same appreciative whistles from the teen-age girls.

We were then told to get on our knees. The two girls were told that the boys would line up and each one would slide his dick in and out of their mouths three times. Claire and Tina were to keep track of the rotation number of the boys, and when it was over, they were to call out their choice by number for the next step of the initiation.

I was told that each girl present would press her pussy to my lips, and I was to insert my tongue three times into each. I too was to keep in mind the rotation number and call out my choice at the end of the line.

Being blindfolded with my hands clasped behind me, I wasn't able to discern how my girl companions were making out, but I do know now that no two pussies taste alike. My tongue entered eighteen vaginas before the end of the line. I had kept track of the numbers and was in a dilemma until the sixteenth slit was pushed against my face. The clitoris was erect and it stabbed into my mouth like a small penis. I remembered that clitoris. It belonged to Craig's sister, the girl in the movie!

When it was time to call the number, I immediately yelled for sixteen. I waited a moment, and then hands were untying my blindfold. I smelled the womanly odor of the girl whose apex rested against my cheek, as she struggled with the knots in the handkerchief. When it came off, I looked up into the face of Gwen Tomkins, Craig's beautiful and horny 17-year-old sister. She reached down and helped me up, and we walked to a couch to sit and watch the finish of Tina's and Claire's initiation.

When it was over, the blindfolded Tina had chosen Mr. Johnson and Claire had picked the boy with the smallest cock in the crowd, 13-year-old Jerry Witt!

"Whit's next on the agenda?" I asked my lovely companion.

"Next we put this to good use!" she replied, reaching for my stiff cock and caressing it. "We put it to good use-in public!"

"You mean in front of all these kids?" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry about it, Daddy-O," she answered. "By the time you get that dong of yours into me a couple of times, the rest of the gang will be too busy fucking and sucking to know anything else that's going on. Besides, I've fucked all the boys here at least once, and they are going to be interested in the hip action of the two new chicks. The girls here are going to be too busy trying to get the cock each one of them wants, to notice what you and I are doing."

"You mean you've actually had relations with all the boys in this room? Does that include Mr. Johnson?"

"Oh, him!" she exclaimed. "He's a real swinger! Sure, I've balled with him six or seven times. He's about the best in the room as far as experience goes! He's been fucking longer than any of us have been alive ... and you can't beat experience!"

"Well, Gwen honey," I said, "meet the new champ! I'm older than he is. I've got at least an inch more cock than he has, and I haven't had a piece of ass or a good jack-off in a week. I've been saving it all for little old you!"

Our heads came together and we kissed, tongues invading each other's mouths, our bodies grinding against each other. Our arms were locked around each other and we hardly noticed when hands lifted us, still entwined, into the center of the room where we were deposited on the rug.

Gwen reached down between us and fondled my throbbing lance. I was flat on my back and she soon straddled me, aimed my shaft at her slit and plunged down. My cock was so sensitive by this time, that I could feel her clitoral hard-on.

When she impaled herself on my rod, she uttered a sharp and piercing scream. The audience applause surprised me momentarily but not for long. The scream died down to low moans and groans, and her fingernails were soon clawing into my back and her sharp teeth were nibbling at my ear while she pistoned herself on my penis.

"Oh, God. Daddy, fuck me until I die!' Ram it to me! Jam it to me! Push that juicy cock into my aching cunt and out my ass-hole! OooooeeeEEEEEE! Push up harder! OOOOoooo ... I'm COOOOOMMMMMING!"

I felt the clitoral action and the slow trickle of feminine juices as she came, but she never missed a stroke with her glorious hip action. She kept plunging down, bouncing my buttocks on the rug, clawing at my back, my shoulders, my chest and finally down between our bodies to my anus.

She pushed two fingers into my rectum, causing me to lunge upward and shoot my stream of sperm into her hot and steaming receptacle. At the same instant she shuddered and collapsed on my chest, her body shaking, sweaty and breathing as though she had just finished the four-minute mile in 3:38.

I could feel the juices ooze out of our bodies, wetting our pubic hair and saturating my balls. It only took her a couple of seconds to recover and she was ready to go again. My dong had decreased in size, but she reached down and handled it expertly so that it soon responded to the treatment and miraculously was ready and eager for another go.

This time she clamped her knees around my hips, her arms around my shoulders, and then swung over onto her back, rolling me on top of her and in between her rising legs. I put all my know-how and years of experience into that screw, and when we were through she told ms that if a 49-year-old man screws that good, she was going out to look for a 98-year-old stud who should be twice as good!

"Man, Daddy-O," she panted, "I'm going to quit this kid club and go out looking for guys your age who can really turn mo on!"

While we rested, I looked around the room at the others.

Claire was on her back, her legs clamped about the waist of a young boy who could have been no more than thirteen. She was smoothing the hair on his head while he humped and pumped away at her quim with his small lance. I watched her as she brought his head down next to hers and darted her tongue into his ear, causing him to shudder and try to poke deeper into her bottomless hole.

He slowed down enough to reach his lips down to engulf one of her nipples and, were it not for the fact that they were screwing, one could almost have imagined that he was actually nursing! Claire appeared to have been satisfying two needs. She was being prodded by a cock, although a small one, and she was in the position to mother a youngster while he was doing it.

Her sister Tina, however, was not exactly being a mother. Mr, Johnson was stretched out in a chair, his legs spread apart and his staff being drained of its juices by the hungry mouth of Tina, who was on her knees in front of him. Her long hair nearly covered his hairy thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his rod.

Tina, was not being neglected either, as Ted Johnson, his knees bent slightly, was taking her from the rear. At first I thought she was being buggered, but I saw Ted wet one of his fingers in his mouth and then jam it into her anus. I knew then that he was buried deeply within her well-lubricated pussy.

Oral sex appeared to dominate the scene, mostly I learned-because the Pill was not easily obtained by youngsters and the girls were fearful of pregnancy. The use of rubbers was widespread.

As I looked around the big garage room, I must have seen at least four couples in the 69 position, while at least two girls were on their knees orally servicing their boy partners.

A mixed group was in a corner smoking grass, each using only one hand to hold the roach while the other hand was busily frigging the party next to him or her. Gender didn't seem to matter, as two boys were frigging each other while two girls were doing the same. They all appeared oblivious to their surroundings, simply pursuing their hedonistic values of the moment.

My partner was completely out of it. She must have been pretty tired when it all started, because she passed out only moments after we had completed our last erotic pursuit. As I lay there, I suddenly felt Gwen rolled away, and I looked up into the leering face of Joan Waters, who was in my English II class.

Joan was one of the smaller girls in the class, and while she was a full year older than the other girls, she appeared to be younger because of her size. Her breasts were about as developed as they would ever be, and they resembled small kitchen-size funnels, inverted.

Other items which were inverted, I learned a few minutes later, were her nipples. Only after playing with her tits for a few minutes would her nipples suddenly pop out, standing erect and proud. Joan could not have weighed over ninety pounds, but she was surprisingly firm of muscle and yet not the slightest bit skinny. Her girlish figure, while tiny, was well-proportioned and her legs were among the prettiest I have ever seen.

Her face was not pretty as far as classic beauty goes, but she could be described as cute. She wore her hair in a pony-tail which added to the illusion of childhood along with her diminutive body.

While she rubbed herself against my hips, her mouth was busy on my chest. She kissed and tongued every inch of my chest, neck and chin before she pressed her month to mine and I felt her oral lance invade me. Our tongues played tag for a few moments before I felt her hand reach for my limp cock and begin massaging it vertically.

Instinctively my hand found its way down to the center of her being and was met by the most profuse forest of pubic hair I have ever encountered in a young girl. I felt the wet lips of her vagina even through the crinkly hair, and my fingers began toying with a very large and erect clitoris. Her breathing became erratic, and suddenly with a cry of passion, she whipped herself over on top of me, positioned my stiffening penis at the entrance of her womanhood, and then lunged downward.

I was sure she would then pump away in a frenzy, but I was mistaken. She moved her hips up and down slower than an oil-rig pump. The feeling was magnificent! Her lips and tongue bathed my face and neck while she drew every ounce of pleasure from our slowly moving sex organs. I felt her quiver and gasp after a few moments, and she missed a stroke with her hips as she bathed my loins with her womanly dew.

Then she immediately began the slow rhythm again. I knew I was coming to the point where I could no longer hold myself back and that I soon would fill her insides with the sperm from my throbbing loins. She seemed to sense this too, and she quickly stopped pumping and we merely rested, coupled together. When she was sure I could go on, she started over again.

When I at last exploded my sperm into her body, she waited until I had caught my breath and then she spoke for the first time.

"I knew you'd be a perfect lay the first time I saw you with a hard-on behind your desk!"

"Could you see I had a hard-on?" I asked.

"Yeah! I knew Candy and Stella were giving you that hard-on in class and while I enjoyed looking at it, I wanted it to be M S who caused it! My cunt and the way Hike to screw is a hell of a lot better for a man your age than those two punk chicks!"

"What do you know about a man my age and his needs?" I smiled.

"My dad is about your age," she answered, "and we've been sleeping together since right after mom died last year."

"But that's incest!" I cried.

"After the fucking I gave you, do you still want to insist that incest, as you call it, is really bad for me?"

"I don't know," I replied, cupping her small breast and fingering the inverted nipple to make it pop out, "and I really don't give a damn! All I know is that I could lie here with you on top of me for the rest of my life!"

We lay in each other's arms for the rest of the night, then I drove Claire and Tina home.