Chapter 1
It began with one girl, and it began with a dare.
She was Sandra Huffman and she was eighteen. Not only had she spent a lot of time reading her parents' collection of erotic books, she had watched them screw. They were a little careless about their bedroom door. Plenty of times Sandra watched Dad run it in and out of Mora.
Sandra decided to try it herself. Finding a male partner wasn't at all hard, but he soon was. She liked it. She tried a few more. She still liked it. Feeling very mature, she felt that she wanted company. So she dared Dawn Casler.
"Get myself laid!" Dawn cried. "You mean ... just like that? Take the initiative myself?"
Staring at her, Sandra nodded.
Dawn was a little nervous, but a dare was hard to resist, and soon she relieved herself of her cherry, too. Then the two of them started, choosing carefully, to dare others. Girls do like to be part of the In-group....
Sandra and Dawn recruited carefully and well.
Within a month they'd got Eunice Bentzen to join, and then big, titsy Bonnie Whiteside with all that straw-colored hair, and even Laura Diener. Laura had just lost her maidenhead in what was little more than rape. She didn't come, but she did wind up digging it. Laura didn't need any sales talk at all.
The five members of the Venus Club became a group apart, a very smug quintet, all of them having a ball, balling. Now they worked out some rules, and an Initiation Ceremony, and they elected officers. Even though Dawn was the oldest among them, at eighteen, Sandra was elected president. It had been her idea, after all.
They didn't have to recruit Mary Egbers. She was pretty nervous about it, but she wanted in. She wanted to remove herself from the thralldom of virginity. They put her off a little, making her want in even more. Too, they were having a hard time deciding on a time and place for the Initiation. Then Sandra's mother got sick.
Bingham was a town of 25,000, and there was a hospital and more than one clinic. But when Sandra's mother got so sick, the members of the Bingham medical profession decided she'd be better off in University Hospital over in Wallingford. Sandra's father went over there, too, to be near his wife. That part was easy; he stayed with his brother and sister-in-law. Since Sandra was in school, she stayed behind. She and her brother Jack had the house all to themselves. Sandra and Jack, after all, were old enough to take care of themselves.
It was also the perfect opportunity to take care of the initiation of Mary Egbers into the Venus Club. Sandra and the others planned carefully. Choosing a Saturday night, they arranged a slumber party at Sandra's. The parents were too damned busy doing their own things to think about the possibilities of trouble with six girls alone in a house without parental presence.
Sandra's older brother Jack had a date, naturally enough, and so she assumed that would take care of him until at least one o'clock. She and her Venus Club sisters called the boys.
How were they to know Jack and his date would have an argument and that he would be home by ten-fifteen?
The initiation required the use of the Huffman basement, which Sandra's father had furnished himself, and ... six boys. It also meant having Jack out of the house. He was twenty, and Sandra honestly didn't know him that welL She didn't know just how he'd take to her hosting a fuck-and-suck party.
She also didn't know he came home early, and quietly, and that he watched most of the initiation!
Remembering that the Casler sexpot was to spend the night with his sister, Jack searched the house for them, thinking he'd have a little fun. After all, an older man...! But he didn't find them. Opening the basement door, he was just starting to go down when he heard the odd words in his sister's voice. She sounded stagey, oddly stilted. He frowned, then squatted so he could peer down the basement steps without descending.
His eyebrows crawled up his forehead. The basement was full of people, and every damned candle was lit, flickering off the pine-paneled walls! But that wasn't all.
He didn't know the boys. They were unrecognizable anyhow.-at least to him. There were six of them, standing in line, and each wore a large pillow case or something over his head. The white hoods were not equipped with eyeholes, but Jack realized they could see through the cloth, although no one could recognize their faces beneath it.
All six males were otherwise naked. Without a hell of a lot of interest, Jack scanned down the line and back, noting their equipment. Cocks and balls were of various sizes and in various stages of erection. But none was limp. One of them was very impressive, maybe eight inches.
The reason was obvious. Also present in the basement were six girls, and all but two of them were, except for some very sexy adornments, very naked. One wore a white sheet that covered everything but her head. Jack didn't recognize her. Another, standing facing the girl and with her back to Jack, wore a long black cloak of some sort, that and boots. She stood on a black-draped something; the bench from the back wall, he supposed. He didn't know if she had anything else on or not, but he recognized both the black hair and the voice of his sister.
Its her club, he thought I know all the others!
That's Bonnie Whiteside, and Laura Diener, and Eunice-somebody, and there's Dawn Cosier, of course. Wow, she looks even better naked than in clothes!
The five members of what Jack thought of as Sandra's Club had all bought identical boots, black shiny vinyl that laced to the knees, and the blue-and white woolen ponchos. The boys wore the ponchos over one arm. The girls wore the boots-and broad, black leather belts that were-buckled sexily low on their teenage hips. Each also wore black driving gloves.
That was all, unless you counted the red dye or rouge or whatever they all wore on their nipples and areolas. Jack didn't count it as clothing, just as sexy adornment. The varicolored and differently shaped patches of pussy hair each wore between her thigh tops were mighty sexy adornments, too. Jack admired each in turn.
It was odd, the way Eunice's pubic hair formed a straight line, just covering her pursed pussy pouch, rather than a triangle. Odd, and fascinating. Jack also admired the way big blonde Bonnie's pubis was so sparsely furred, too, so that he had a clear view of the rich arch of her mount of Venus and the pink-red furrow that split it right up the middle. That was just as interesting as her big, red-tipped and floppy-looking jugs. Although Bonnie was a big girl, either a bit overweight or still wearing a bit of baby fat, her tits looked large even on her.
Jack licked his lips.
When he opened the door, he had heard Sandra ask if the sheeted girl was quite certain she wanted to be admitted into the sacred ranks of the Venus Club. The answer was "Aye." Sandra said, "I ask you three times, girl," and she had. The initiate had responded "Aye, most heartily," three times.
Now Jack squatted there, letting his eyes rove, while he listened to his sister rattle off a long rigamarole about the sacredness of the club and its unavailability to "girls and other children and creatures from the outer world," and how its Holy Secrets must be kept inviolate. She also called the sheeted initiate "Mary Egbers." Jack made a mental note of that. Mary Egbers agreed to everything, coached by Dawn.
Dawn, who was a tall slim girl with widely separated breasts and long, center-parted red hair, stood right beside the initiate. She held the other end of the rope that had been tied around Mary's neck. Jack was surprised and delighted with the rich heaviness of Dawn's pubic hair, which was a bulging, medium-red forest that began a couple of inches below her navel and vanished down between her legs.
Jack wondered if it ran straight up in back the same way.
Stick around and you'll find out, he told himself silently. He stuck around, staring with avid eyes.
"The initiation ceremony necessary for admission to our sacred ranks," Sandra intoned, like a fair-to-middling actress playing a queen in a historical movie, "is long and arduous ... particularly so for a mere girl, for all here are women, dedicated to the Holy Mother Goddess Venus. Do you understand this, Creature from Outside?"
Mary's voice was barely more than a squeak. Her sheet fluttered with her nervous trembling and her eyes were wide and tending to roll.
"Yes."
"One hardly hears you, child. Are you then so frightened of the combination of the Rites of Apollo with those of Venus?"
Mary glanced around. She looked at Dawn, who stared coldly back at her. Then the initiate faced the cloaked girl standing on the bench.
"I am not afraid," she said, unconvincingly.
"Good!" Sandra called, and her cloak stirred as she lifted both arms high, as though in worship to an unseen sun god. Jack saw that she was indeed naked, save for boots and belt and gloves. The cloak, though, covered her back, and Jack thought that a damned shame. Particularly when he was interested in seeing her naked ass.
"Observe the Sisters of Venus," Sandra called, "as they pay their respects to the Shrine of Apollo!"
Jack and Mary watched together, and it would have been hard to say which stared with the greater interest. But there was no fear or apprehension in Jack's eyes. He just squatted there and stared at naked, upturned asses.
Bonnie, Eunice and Laura passed along the line of hooded males, bending before each one to kiss his genitals. Although Jack couldn't quite see the kisses, he could certainly see the way sleek young dimpled buttocks tightened and parted to reveal the shining creases between them, and the tiny coiled holes there.
He could also see the throbbing responses in the youthfully virile shafts they kissed. He grinned. Being a member of that line must be a great feeling! But also a bit difficult-he was sure the males would rather skip the ceremony and grab a body and start screwing hell out of it!
When all three had finished, they came up to flank Mary while Dawn moved along the line in the same way, also bending to kiss each cock.
Her buttocks were smallish, very firm looking and rather oval in shape. They were also set very closely together. That only aroused Jack's interest in the forbidden hole between them.
Noiselessly, Jack Huffman rearranged his prick inside his pants. He had a hard-on that felt like it was up to his chest.
He saw that the hooded boy with the blond bush had one that did partially obscure his navel.
I'd like to see that baseball bat disappear up between Dawn's sweet little asscheeks. Jack mused, and was amazed to have such a thought.
Dawn returned to her place. The president Jack saw, did not take her turn at prick kissing.
She merely pointed imperiously at the initiate and ordered her to carry out the examples of those who might eventually condescend to call her Sister.
Then she added that Mary was to present her kisses while on her knees.
Mary chewed her lip. But she lifted her chin and nodded.
Two of her naked sisters-to-be aided her as she and her voluminous sheet made their way along the male line. At last she rose, having sweetly kissed six anonymous cocks.
"Is this an experience you have ever had before, girl?"
Mary shook her head. "No, never, I swear it, Lady Venus."
So my sister's Lady Venus, huh. Jack mused. She may be a stand-in for the old love-goddess-but she sure ain't no lady!
"Do you find excitement in kissing at the Shrine of Apollo, while kneeling before the god Priapus?" Sandra demanded.
"Y-yes," Mary said, and Jack wondered if it were true. He didn't give a damn. He'd just had one hell of a thought, and now he knew that Miss Mary Egbers would be kissing his "Shrine of Apollo," soon enough!
"Are you aware that it is you who possess the shrine where the god Priapus worships?" Sandra demanded, in that imperious voice.
Mary gulped, but answered in the affirmative.
"And are you ready to have the gates of your Venusian shrine opened and the god's incense poured inside?"
Hey, Jack mused, not bad-as Mary tremblingly allowed that she was ready. With a gulp. Jack thought that the proper word was "Venerian," not Venusian, but he didn't care, and it certainly didn't matter.
"And have the gates of your temple ever been opened, girl?"
Mary shook her head and Jack saw that she flushed slightly.
"No, Lady Venus. Never. I swear it."
"Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn half bent, ran a hand up under Mary's sheet, and explored. Mary grunted and made a little squeaking noise. Dawn let her sheet drop as she straightened to face Sandra.
"The temple is closed," she said. "She is still a child."
"Do you wish to remain a child?" Sandra asked.
"N-no," Mary said in that tiny, quavering voice.
Normal virgin's buck fever, Jack thought, then amended that with a secret grin: fuck fever!
"The manner of opening the temple," Sandra said, "is different here among us women from what you may perhaps have heard. Sister of the Dawn will demonstrate. Sister?"
Dawn turned, pointed at one of the hooded males. He was equipped with a perfectly normal penis of six or so inches, standing just higher than straight out. The moment she pointed at him, he stepped forward onto the exercise mat, bowed to Sandra, and stretched out on his back.
Dawn moved swiftly to him. Jack watched her spread her legs so that she was astride the "Apollo" and his priapic shaft. She inched forward astride his prone body until her vulva was above his groin. Jack grinned. At last, he mused, the action starts!
He watched ardently, waiting for Dawn to slip it up herself.
The prone boy lay motionless beneath her. His cock saluted her from between his thighs, rearing beneath her with its eye-like opening seeming to study her descending vulva. She began squatting, and the pink lips began parting as her thighs spread farther and farther apart.
Carefully, the tall girl lowered the hot little mouth of her cunt onto the helmet-like glans. Jack saw the beautiful tightening of the muscles in her slim, sinuous thighs and calves.
The girl hesitated, made sure the big prickhead was firmly ensconced between the damp lips of her meaty gash, and then rammed herself down.
Every swollen red inch of the upstanding cock ran straight up into her cunt.
She caught her breath sharply, quivered, then made sure her ass cheeks were pressed firmly down on the prostrate thighs of her sex partner.
"Ahhhhh, god," she breathed, putting her head back to gaze at the ceiling. "Good, it's so good!"
Then she began pumping herself up and down, jacking her body on tensed and quivering legs and lowering it once more to envelope the thick reddened prick. Jack's balls tightened up and he squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically feel that marvelous sensation of supersensitive cock flesh running easily in and out of hot, wet, clasping young cunt.
The bouncing girl's pointed out-thrust breasts bounced and swung like quivering mounds of jelly. Their red-painted tips jiggled and danced wildly up and down and back and forth. Her body hunched and wriggled on his, begging, and the little sounds flowing up from her throat were pleas for more. She bounced up and down with a reckless abandon. Her careening body fucked itself in high delight.
Mary stared. Jack stared. Everyone present stared, with varying emotions and reactions. But all eyes were wide.
"Halt!"
The loud voice was Sandra's, and everyone present jumped, including the unseen watcher on the steps.
"Does it hurt, Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn had halted as if her legs were provided with the equivalent of disc-brakes. She crouched over her partner, with just the big head of his excited prick out of sight within her juicing pussy. The hooded Apollo-substitute beneath her shivered, wanting to grab her and fuck his rocks off.
"No!" Dawn cried. "It feels Wonderful!"
"And did it hurt the first time, Sister of the Dawn?"
"Aye...."
And then all the others chimed in, male and female a-like, in chorus: " ... but only for a little while!"
"Are you ready to leave behind your girlhood forever, Creature from Outside, and join our exalted ranks? Forever?"
"Oh god, yes!" Mary replied. The sheet rippled with her shivers.
"Display her in all the glory of her body!" Sandra cried.
Off came her sheet, and Jack caught his breath and tried to keep his restless hand away from the painful bulge in his pants. The girl's body was glorious, and....
But already she was being "prepared," according to the command of the club's president. Soon Mary was moaning and writhing under the lascivious sensual assault of many fingers. Sandra stood stiffly above them, watching while the other four members fondled the initiate's bobbing tits and jutting buttocks and caressed her armpits and flanks and ran their hands up and down her belly and thighs and caressed her vulva. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown, with little hints of red in the ever-flickering lights of the basement's many candles. The bulge of curling hair at her crotch was slightly lighter, a rich medium brown that twitched beneath the sensuous attentions of many fingers.
Jack noted that the hooded male with the big prick had lain down on the exercise mat, on his back. His heroic cock swung up, then back, so that it pointed up his body and over and past his head. There was a bit of sadism in the little smile that pulled at Jack's mouth. Yes, he thought, I figured they'd choose the biggest cock in the house for the defloration of the new member!
It was almost a shame, he mused, to tear her open with an organ of such size. A boy with a prick the size of a thumb would have done the job just as well!
The girl was panting and leaking perspiration that glistened on her body. Suddenly she was steered over to where her despoiler lay, a hooded, faceless body with an enormous prick that throbbed in excited readiness for her hymen-closed cunt. She gasped and began trembling and jerking her head about, realizing that her time was at last at hand.
But she bestrode him, and moved up to poise her burgeoning buttocks above the very tops of his thighs, and opened her legs a bit more. One bare foot was planted on either side of his legs, which were pressed nearly together.
Now Jack saw his sister's nakedness. She descended from her exalted height and swept back her cloak as she knelt beside the prone male. Catching hold of the very base of his oversized whang with thumb and one finger, she flipped it up so that it stood tall and straight above his dark-furred groin and large balls. Its violently red tip pointed straight up between Mary's quivering legs.
"It is better," Sandra intoned sagely, "if you poise yourself and then descend very quickly, all the way."
Mary stared down between her trembling young breasts, and she whimpered and shivered. Jack saw her Adam's apple bob with her nervous, gulping swallow. Her calves bulged suddenly as she tensed them and lowered her handsomely molded butt a little more. She poised there, looking scared and shaking all over.
Dawn walked over behind the totally naked girl, 18 and Jack smiled, watching the fetching way the broad leather belt rode Dawn's pistoning ass cheeks when she walked. Boots, belt, and gloves, he mused, all black. Weird. Sexier than nakedness!
Dawn reached around the semi-squatting girl from behind. One black-gloved hand moved all over her hobbling tits whiles the other worked very busily in Mary's crotch.
"Ah ... ah ... ohh, um, ah ... annnnhh!" Mary gasped and sighed, jerking in newly rising excitement.
Down she went. Sandra stayed the girl with one hand under her descending rump. With the other she nuzzled the big canopied crown of the prone initiator's prick in between the girl's tight-pressed, virginal labia. Dawn continued her two-handed arousing of the initiate.
"Now," Sandra said.
"Ga-a-aannnnghhhhh!" Mary said.
Up came her knees. Her calves bulged. Down went her crotch. And in went the king-sized prick.
Mary shrieked out a shrill cry that rang back off the paneled walls of the basement. Cleverly, Dawn immediately clamped both hands onto the brunette's shoulders.
"Ah-ye-e-e-E-E-E-GAHHHHH!"
The big swollen cock Jack had thought of as a baseball bat tore its way into the virgin, splitting her passage and creating its own tunnel as it zoomed up into her.
She squirmed helplessly under Dawn's down pressuring hands as the big driving entry brought fiery pain to her unopened depths. She jerked hard before the stinging, pushing, tearing knob that opened the way for the thick prick shaft filling her guts.
Her face screwed up and her throat ripped out frantic little cries, close on the wake of that initial screech.
The great rampaging root rived and ravaged her.
She rode it, enveloped it within herself. Her buttocks rested on his thighs. Pink lips like softest silk that had been firmly pressed together were now forced open into a great muscular ring around the demanding breadth of mammoth cock piercing their gap. The delicately shielding membrane within that riven hole was shattered, smashed and shredded and oozing that normal-corollary of a virgin's womanization: scarlet blood. The tight, elastic orifice piercing her mound was a great gaping hole, well plugged with relentlessly hardened flesh.
"So much," Sandra said smiling, "for your troublesome virginity!" She stroked the girl's violently quivering thighs and juddering buttocks. They were sprung well apart by her. wide-parted thighs and wide-forced cunt.
"Ohh ... oh, oh," Mary trembled out in a weak and whimpering voice. "It hurt so...."
"And now?"
"L-les-s-s-sss," the girl admitted, after a long hesitation.
"Stand up then," Sandra said, and the girl groaned and the owner of that mammoth organ moaned as she obeyed, rising off him.
Jack could see the crimson stain on the wildly throbbing, violently erect cock. It glistened with the girl's inner juices, both the clear and the red.
The devotees of Venus stretched the girl out and smeared cold cream all over her belly and thighs and even tucked it up her ravaged pussy with their fingers. The object of their anointment writhed and gasped and shivered.
Then they stepped back. Sandra pointed. The owner of the great prick that had opened the initiate held the big shaft straight up above him. Sandra stepped astride him, with her back to his face. She sank down, and she did not stop until she was sitting on his thighs. Jack had watched every inch of that fat, overlong bludgeon run up his sister's pussy, and now he watched, with clenched balls, while she smiled and jogged herself a bit on it
"Lady Venus," she said in a clear, happy voice, "is on her throne! Let the initiation proceed!"
Immediately all five of the white-hooded males came forward. Five swollen erections swung and bounced before them as they approached the prostrate not-quite virgin. She stared up at them and their turgid and impatient pricks. She trembled.
Grinning, Jack was very quiet as he moved his legs so that he was sitting sidewise on the top step. There, that was more comfortable. He had an idea he was in for a long, fascinating show.
He was. It began at once.