Chapter 2
Sitting there on that giant prick, which she housed way up in the luscious recess of her cunt, Sandra gave the initiate a brief lecture on sex and the proper knowledge a true devotee to Venus must have. Then, with a short how-to lecture, she told Mary to suck off one of the five cocks presented so demandingly.
Jack sat there on the steps and watched. Five naked teenage girls, the oldest eighteen years of age. And one more, an almost-virgin who was even more naked than the others. And six young men, boys of about the same age, all anonymous because of the white hoods they wore. Five of them stood around the initiate, stood over her with bare bodkins. Bare, and very erect bodkins.
The girl was obviously absolutely set on being a member of the strange little club devoted to one of the very oldest religions in the world: phallic worship.
First she sat up and moved her head slowly, examining each of the five pricks presented to her view. At last she chose one. It was neither the smallest nor the largest. She moved over to it and its slim-legged owner, and she got up onto her knees.
Jack-and all the others-watched while the untutored girl knelt with the throbbing engorged cock less than an inch from her pursed, luscious lips. The luscious lips of a virgin, a girl who had never before accepted a swollen prickhead into her mouth.
She moved her head a little closer to the groin of the faceless initiator.
He pushed forward in silent demand, watching her mouth opening slowly to admit the meaty mass of violently tumescent penis that jutted before him, all thick and congested and throbbing.
She trembled and her eyes widened a little when the moist glans touched her lips.
"It's crying," Dawn said. "See its sweet little teardrop? It weeps for the warmth of your mouth!"
"Dry its tears," Sandra ordered. "Lick them away, girl."
Mary's tongue slicked out to lap the first droplet of warm fluid from the head of that quivering poker of flesh. She flicked it back into her mouth. Her lips pressed together as she savored the taste of the boy's pre-seminal fluid.
Then she opened wide and he ran his cock between the moist pink lips as though they framed a hairless little cunt.
The girl took it, well within her mouth, kneeling there before him with wide eyes. "Suck it," Sandra said. "Suck the loving phallus," Dawn said.
"Suck cock," Bonnie said, bending forward to watch avidly.
"Eat his meat," Eunice instructed.
"You have to suck, and suck hard," Laura advised.
Get some head around it; Jack instructed mentally. But he was very, very quiet.
The kneeling girl's cheeks sank in as she obeyed the multiple instructions. She began sucking, hard. The boy's hood stirred and quivered as he responded immediately to the oral onslaught. Passion built unbearable in him, clutching the muscles of his belly until everyone could see their tightening-like the tightening up of his loaded balls.
He, along with the others, listened to the sluicing slippery soppy sounds the young girl made around his slick prick.
She trembled, nearly gagging on the full bursting length of it as she swallowed it halfway into her throat and applied strong suction all around it.
It was buried, a mouthful of swollen prick flesh, that pulsated deep with the silken, wet, tight-gripping tunnel of her mouth.
Jack Huffman, watching secretly, stared with wide bright eyes. He was twenty, and would not have cared to admit it. But he had had his own prick sucked only once. He also knew, from the way they talked about it, that most of the guys he knew-married and unmarried-had never had the experience at all. He couldn't help envying the callous kid who was being treated to such a beautiful experience.
But then, Jack reminded himself, he needn't envy the guy. He'd have the same experience, soon enough!
The standing boy reached out to clasp the girl's head loosely between his palms. His cock was buried in her face, narrowing her eyes, straining her jaw muscles, stretching her cheeks so that they hollowed slightly. The excruciatingly delightful sucking and the constant play of her lively tongue made him tremble and groan, almost in pain.
"Swallow it, dear, every drop," Sandra cooed, as the boy began jerking.
He shot off his powerfully virile, youthful load into her face. The wet slippery noises she made were now mingled with glugging sounds as she took it, all of the creaming white semen, straight down the throat and into her nearly flat young belly.
The spent youth staggered weakly back. His limpened penis flopped loosely out of her mouth. A glistening thread of sticky fluid, so pale a white that it was almost invisible, connected his glans with her mouth for a moment. Then the semiliquid string broke. His flaccid penis nestled back against his balls. The string of semen flipped down onto the kneeling fellatrice's naked young tits, strong and slightly uptilted in the well-toned muscles of their youth.
The members of the Venus Club executed a little dance that resembled a primitive dance of religious significance. All of them touched the initiate with tender, stroking hands. Her face took on an expression of smug pride. She had done it! She had sucked a cock, and she had sucked it off, and she had swallowed it down, too!
"Now he back, dear," Sandra said. She squirmed restlessly on the big phallus implanted well up her belly's hole. The boy beneath her, the owner of that prodigious organ, groaned and stirred slightly. "You have accepted the god Phallus into your face, into your mouth, into your throat, and into your tummy. Now you will accept his holy incense in the very shrine of your belly; the Shrine of Venus!"
With a little urging from Dawn's hands, Mary lay back. She opened her legs.
"Choose your weapon," Sandra said. "You have but to point."
Mary hardly seemed to study the four remaining erections that were presented for her choice. She merely pointed.
The owner of that anxious prick dropped delightedly to his knees between her widespread thighs. The swollen red tip of his cock pulsed above the bulging taut bowl of her crotch. He bent forward and reached down to guide himself into her pursed labia with one quivering hand.
Nestling his balls comfortably in to the fork of her pale, round thighs, he pushed the meaty pole of his prick slowly into her. She had already been opened, her virginal rose cropped by the hugest prick available. Now she merely grunted and jerked slightly when one of more normal proportions slipped far into her cunt.
For a moment she entrapped him in the warm grip of her soft lower lips. Jack saw him quiver, and push.
Then his thick flesh nosed hotly all the way back into her vagina's warm, mushy wetness.
"Uh-hunnnnnh!" the girl gasped.
Stretching upon her and then moving his hands out to support himself with a palm on either side of his prostrate partner, the young man began to glide back and forth. His inflamed dick slid easily in and out of the mouth of her crack and into the tightness of her warm, rubbery depths. The girl gasped and sighed.
She lay on her back, lewdly naked, and she was being fucked by a hooded male. She could not see his face. There was only his body, lurching above hers, his hard young chest smacking her tits, his virile organ whipping in and out of her uncharted pussy. And all about them stood their audience, eight other young people whose firm-skinned bodies were beautifully complimented by the flickering light of many candles. Nearby lay the boy with the huge prick, and on it sat Sandra, Lady Venus. She also watched.
And none of them knew of that one other watcher, sitting in the dark well at the top of the basement steps. Grinning.
Hard cock sluiced in and out of virginal vagina, exploring a hole and widening tender walls never touched before.
Youth is known for virility and impatience, not for patience or control. Mary's fucker soon became more than impatient as his need rose to a gut-tightening urgency.
Now he was moaning and clasping her to him as he screwed her hard and fast in a paroxysm of thrusting strokes and violent jerking friction. His naked ass humped up and down, the narrow cheeks clamped tightly together.
She squirmed beneath him, feeling afloat on a hot sea of her own boiling juices. A sudden wanton urge thrilled through her, rippling the soft expanse of her belly as he pumped her, pumping himself to the highest pinnacle of enjoyment.
"Uh ... ah ... oohhh!" he gasped, and his sperm boiled from him to fill her newly opened pussy.
The girl seemed to sag as weakly as he-but not for long.
Strong hands helped him off her. A very stocky boy knelt between her legs and started guiding his hard-on forward to the inviting, wet-rimmed hole of her belly.
"Wait ... ah, umm ... two?" Mary gasped.
"Hush!" Sandra cried, and she was echoed by Dawn. "Hush!"
Another chest came down on Mary's. Other hands grasped her. Other thighs nestled between hers. Another set of furry balls swung down against her perineum. The cock of another nameless male slurped up into her semen-slushy cunt. It slid straight in and all the way up her warm and well-expanded quim.
He began humping her swiftly. This one was more impatient than the last, and less considerate; he lay on her, crushing her into the exercise mat with his full weight while his muscular butt pumped strongly up and down.
He fucked her hard, glorying in the feel of her strong breasts rolling beneath him, their hard tips straining up from their luscious moorings. She could not help herself. The big thick slab of flesh reaming in and out of her well-lubricated nest was a delight, a sweet probe that sent involuntary thrills jumping through her.
She was moaning, her fingers working convulsively, her pelvis trying to hunch beneath his weight, all firm and hot beneath his driving body. Their bodies pounded furiously together.
The big throbbing prod slicked in and out of her, fusing them together in torrid, writhing need. It sucked wetly out, only to plunge deeply in again. The sound of their slapping bellies rose and excited the watchers like the sound of whip-cracks.
The lips of her delicate slit stretched up along the plunging shaft of his penis every time it pulled partway out of her. They were driven back into the humid hollow they framed by the pistoning power of the engorged cock that lanced into her.
He dropped his head and partially curled to get his face at her firm, nearly hard young tits as he felt his balls starting to give up their burden. She squealed when his teeth slid over her nipple and clamped, far back from the little pink spear. More hot juice plunged up her pussy.
His companions aided the gasping boy off, and the moment he was out of the way another fell onto her.
"Ah! Wait ... it's ... sore," Mary complained, as the fourth cock to nudge her pretty pussy lips commenced to find its way between them.
"The initiation is not over," Sandra said sternly. "Do you wish to call it off now?"
For a long, long moment there was absolute silence in the basement. Jack was sure everyone was holding his breath, waiting for the reply from the lovely ex-virgin who lay sprawled obscenely on the exercise mat with her legs well apart and come oozing out of her well-reamed cunt.
At last she answered. "Fuck me," she said softly, squeezing shut her eyes.
He fucked her.
After a mere half-dozen strokes, the poor guy shot his sauce into her, groaning and twisting atop her.
He was quickly replaced by the last boy, who was both short and a bit plump. Jack wondered if the girl felt the plump Utile dork that squirmed up into her and started running in and out. Her cunt was a lake of semen, and well expanded from many minutes of torrid screwing.
"Remember," Sandra said. "Your lot falls last ... and it must be on her."
Groaning and hunching, the plump boy nodded his hooded head. And kept stroking. His smallish prick slicked easily in and out, so easily that he fucked her for a good five minutes before he suddenly stiffened and his groans took on a new tone.
Then he pulled from her quickly, rocking back on his heels. Just as quickly, he lunged forward. His jerking body hung over her prostrate one, propped up on hands and knees.
The writhing initiate jerked violently and squealed. A dollop of yellow white semen leaped from the end of his prick and smacked onto her ribcage, just below her firm, bobbing tits.
Another dropped onto her sweaty flesh, just below. Then another. The chubby boy moved quickly forward on hands and knees so as to spray his. third ejaculation on her left breast. Then, like an overfed pink crab, he backed swiftly up, and another spurt of semen dropped onto her belly. Another vanished instantly into the chestnut fur of her pubic hair.
Now big-titted Bonnie and bubble-butted Laura were kneeling on either side of the supine initiate. Laura's hands began smearing her with the boy's semen, lovingly, caressingly. Bonnie's hand, meanwhile, was between the kneeling youth's legs, squeezing his scrotum and running her fingers out to the tip of his flagging prick, seeking to milk from it the very last drop of its spermy balm.
They did not stop until the boy was grunting and almost whining and Mary's naked body glistened with cooling, congealing sperm. She lay still, panting and glaring at the ceiling.
Sandra stood up quickly. She half-turned to offer a hand to her recent seat, the youth with the enormous red cock. He came ripplingly to his feet. Now all eleven of them stood over the semen-smeared girl.
"She has swallowed the wine of Phallus," Sandra said.
"She has swallowed the wine of Phallus!" the others chorused.
"She has abandoned forever the hymeneal guardian to her gates of love," Sandra intoned.
"She has lost her goddamn cherry!" the others chorused, and both the secretly watching Jack and the girl lying on her back jumped at the unexpected words.
"She has received in her Shrine of Venus the sweet wine of four Phallic shafts of Apollo," Sandra said.
"She's had four cocks up her cunt and they all squirted her full of come!"
Mary closed her eyes and squirmed uncomfortably.
"Fully two more Phallic worshipers have entered her sweet shrine!"
Obviously this was all part of the ritual the girls had devised, for the others answered in shocking chorus:
"She's had two other cocks up her slimy hole, too!"
"O-oo-ooohhhhhh!" Mary gasped, with her eyes squeezed shut as if to blot out the obscene and degrading words.
"The sweet wine of Phallus," Sandra said ritualistically, "has been spread over her virginal body in a soothing balm of sensual love."
"The shameless bitch has come smeared all over her naked body!"
"O-o-oh, ple-eeease...."
"She is nearly a Sister of Venus!"
This time only the girls answered, and one by one: "She's almost a whore like we are!"
"She has but to rise to hands and knees and receive the last of the holy libations," Sandra cried.
"Get up, slut, and take it like a doggy!"
Now Mary was whimpering, sobbing, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Surely she was wondering, now, if it were all a mockery. Maybe she wouldn't be a member of the Venus Club after all. Maybe all they had wanted to do was get her here, use her, and then make fun of her.
But she was still caught up in it, and now there was little to lose. It was as they'd said. She'd been pierced by six hard pricks. She had swallowed a scrotum's worth of semen. Three others had been emptied into her pussy's previously untrammeled depths. Still another hard male organ had spouted off onto her, and the semen had been well rubbed over her and into the skin, as if it were lotion.
With their help, she got up onto her hands and knees. Her body bowed. The jutting, well-spaced demiglobes of her ass were lifted high and thrust well out as if in offering and invitation. The plump, mossy pouch of her vulva was well-displayed between her parted legs, slung downward as if teasing the mat she had so long lain upon. Semen drooled from the lips. The swollen-looking halves of her chest hung beneath her in wicked temptation, one bitten nipple slightly deeper in hue than the other. But both looked strangely pale by comparison with the red-painted titty tips of the other five teenagers.
For a moment Jack thought he was going to see something he had never seen or experienced, although he'd read about it, in some of the books his parents thought they had hidden from him and Sandra. For the hooded boy with the big prick was approaching the kneeling girl from behind.
That big thing up her ass will kill her, Jack thought in horror, but even the ugly thought was strangely, sadistically exciting and his own cock felt as if it were going to plunge out of his pants.
The heroically endowed youth knelt behind the broad, fleshy rump so enticingly upturned. But it was not between the center of those cheeks he guided his mighty engine, but between their lowest curves.
Her body tensed, then loosened with a sigh as the swollen, fat knob of his prick prodded her cunt lips more widely open. She braced herself with her hands against the mat she knelt upon. The others formed a semicircle, watching, and Jack changed his position slightly so that he could see.
Gradually the soft pink lips widened around the engorged cock until the initiate's cunt surrounded the big head and the heavy, terribly long shaft behind. More and more of it slid into her. Her long and violently expanded channel swallowed more and more of it into its soft and elastic depths.
Then that stretched gash had swallowed all of him. He knelt firmly pressed against the backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks. His huge and hugely engorged cock completely filled the glove-tight hole of her recently uncorked cunt.
He held it there a long moment, with his hands clasping the rounded contours of her buns. Then, very slowly, he began pulling out of her. Slowly, more and more giant cock emerged. The tender red lips of her vulva stretched back along the shaft as it glided out, glistening. He did not cease pulling until only the head was ensocketed in the straining gap.
She sighed, then squealed and lurched when he drove his great length into her once more, as deeply as the length of her inner channel allowed. Again his pubis and lower belly ground into the pale smooth flesh of her buttocks.
"God," Dawn breathed, sliding her fingers up and down her sparsely furred pubic bulge. "She's got it all!"
"Eight and one-quarter inches," one of the boys said.
Dawn grinned at him, flipped his penis, and then whipped off his white hood. Jack recognized him. His father was Loans Vice President of the First National Bingham Bank. Jack made a mental note.
He recognized the owner of the big cock sunk up Mary's cunt from behind, too, when Sandra stepped forward to pull off his hood. He grinned and tossed his blond head. His father was Gerrold, of Gerrold's Hardware, and the well-endowed youth was about seventeen. He played guard on the Bingham High basketball team. Jack wondered if he had his jocks tailor-made.
Gerrold grinned at the spectators, pulled far, and rammed his harpoon home again. Mary lurched and sighed out a little moan. It was not a moan of pain.
With her head down as she knelt before him to be fucked doggy-style, Mary could not see the faces of the others. Jack recognized them, one way or another, all of them but one. And he thought that redhead was on the basketball team, too.
Gerrold, meanwhile, was slipping his hands around the naked initiate, caressing her sweaty flanks. Then his big hands cupped the hanging teardrops of tit flesh that dangled, trembling, beneath her. Mouths dropped open as, in an instant, she thrust herself backward and ground strongly.
Gerrold was kneeling motionless while the girl fucked herself on him while Jack eased to his feet and crept through the basement door. He took off his shoes and hurried up to his room, where he left his shoes and picked up his cassette recorder and microphone. He got back to the basement door as swiftly and silently as possible, and just in time.
As Jack slipped through the partially open door and squatted on the top step, the big-pricked youth was blowing his rocks. Clutching the girl who knelt before him with all his strength, he dragged her back and shoved deep to fill her cuntal depths with the hot cargo of his balls.
When he arose from her, slowly and weakly, she was kneeling there with her head down and her naked, hanging tits seeming to droop. Semen trickled out of her expanded pussy passage and ran down one thigh.
"Arise, Sister Mary Egbers!" Sandra called.
The girl jerked her head up, saw the boys' faces for the first time. First she flushed. Then she grinned. And she stood up. Tears were streaming down her face, but they were tears of joy. She had been called "Sister!" She had passed the initiation, and now she had achieved not only peer-acceptance, but membership in the most exclusive sorority in town!
Jack depressed a white key on his recorder.
"Sister Mary Egbers, welcome to the Venus Club, the holy and sacred sisterhood of those who have accepted the goddess of love as our true patroness!" Sandra cried. "Now that the hoods are off and you have earned the right to be called 'Sister' among us, let me introduce you to those who have initiated you, the brothers of Apollo!"
Still looking a bit embarrassed, the initiate looked around at the grinning teenage males.
"Brother Mark Gerrold, whose magnificent prick broke forever the shield of your childhood and first opened your holy temple of Venus! Brother Scott Fletcher, whose sweet semen you swallowed so graciously. Brother John Backhaus, whose semen was pumped out over your body and then worked into the flesh as the finest of all soothing lotions. And Brothers Gilbert Ganzler, and Walt Yankelovich, and James McGary, all of whom pumped out their honeyed semen into your temple of Venus-from which it drips still mingled with that of Brother Mark."
Thanks for all the names, Jack thought, grinning.
"And know this, our new Sister Mary," Sandra went on. "All of us here have drunk from the loins of each of the brothers, and each of our temples has been sprayed with their soothing sperm, and each of our bodies has been rubbed with it. All of us: Sister Dawn, Sister Eunice, Sister Bonnie, and Sister Laura. And I-Lady Venus."
"Hurrraaaaayyy!" they all yelled, in chorus, Jack watched as each of them, male and female, embraced the new member. Her face was streaked and shiny with joyous tears.
"I declare this meeting of the Sisterhood of Venus ... adjourned!" Sandra called.
"Ya-a-ayy!" Bonnie cried. "Let the orgy begin!"
Mark Gerrold's big hand slapped onto Sandra's naked butt "Great! Now get that cloak off, Sandy honey, and let's get you properly fucked!"
Mary looked around at them. "Can ... can they do it again? Tonight?"
The girls laughed. Bonnie was pumping a prick, and she opened her hand to display it
"You kidding"? These guys can make it three or four times, Mary honey! Once more all around ... and then the pot ... and then MORE!"
After that Jack sat there and watched an orgiastic tangle that should have brought the old movie orgy king Cecil B. deMille up from his grave.
Youthful cocks whipped in and out of pursed mouths and rammed deep into teenage pussies to emerge and impale another mouth or the cunt of another girl. Hands were everywhere, male and female a-like, until the floor below where Jack sat seemed alive with naked arms and legs and humping asses; flying hair and flopping tits and grinding thighs and hips. The smell of sex rose warm and acrid in the air. Semen flowed in lakelets and dribbled from laughing mouths and well-probed pussies. The walls resounded with the slap of belly against belly and, as they coupled to play doggy, bellies against buttocks. He stared when they played "Choo-choo," a front-to-back string of nine people each with his/her loins plastered against the ass of the person in front. Only Sandra, Mark, and James were not a part of that human locomotive, and that was because Mark had his huge cock shoved all the way up Sandra's greedy snatch while she sucked away at James' long thin prick.
Then came the pot, which banker's son Fletcher had brought, in quantity. Jack stayed long enough to make certain his cassette tape had got the sounds of their discussing what they were doing.
Then he left the basement, without having been seen or heard or even suspected. He'd heard himself referred to once, something about they'd better snap it up before Sandra's, square brother came home. But that broke off into a joke immediately, everyone yelling puns on the word "came."
Jack went up to his room, stripped, and took a shower. He tried to go to sleep, but couldn't, and at last he succumbed to what he absolutely had to do. He pumped his prick, spurted it into a pair of his sister's silky nylon panties, and dropped off to sleep.