Chapter 9
This meeting of the Venus Club had been well planned, by six persons. One of them was not a member.
The newest initiate, the newest member, had been left out of the planning conferences. Mary Egbers learned about the meeting when she got the phone call from the president:: Lady Venus; Sandra Huffman.
The initial planning began with Sandra and Jack. Then it was carried on by Sandra, Jack, and Eunice Bentzen. And then by the three of them, along with Bonnie Whiteside and Laura Diener.
Bonnie volunteered for the New Thing that would first be demonstrated to Mary, then performed on her. Bonnie was pretty nervous about it, and she and Jack practiced Friday night. With a long-necked wine bottle. After about a half-hour of that, he showed her how easy it was to follow with his penis.
The weird part was that Bonnie came immediately. That didn't bother her at all, but the intense sexuality and delight of it bothered Jack. He was saving himself for the ceremony.
Saturday night arrived, and Jack was stationed in his vantage point for watching, inside the little basement toolroom.
Soon he was once again gazing at six nearly naked teenage girls, all adorned only with low-slung black leather belts, high black boots, black leather driving gloves, and their specially mixed paint on both nipples and the lips of their vulvas. And his sister wore her cloak.
Sandra called the meeting to order, and very quickly a look of complete surprise was painted on the pretty, heart-shaped face of Mary Egbers. She was hearing for the first time that her initiation was not complete. It was a total surprise to her mainly because the other five Venus Clubbers had learned the fact themselves only a few days earlier.
"Wow! I thought it was all over!" Mary said, trembling and looking nervously around.
Sandra nodded. "That was our intent. You are no longer a creature from the outer world, of course. But you are not quite our Sister, Mary. First you must understand that we women face vicissitudes in this world, and that they can be painful. Also, at times pleasure can come from pain, just as pain can come from pleasure."
Mary nodded, wide-eyed. She understood the second part, at least. She'd seen "Love Story." She'd used up a handkerchief and five Puffs, turning them all soggy with tears. That was even more tears than she'd shed over the end of "Romeo and Juliet," the movie with those two beautiful, beautiful kids in the title roles.
"All ... all right," she said stoutly. "I'm ready."
"Sister of the Dawn?"
Dawn stepped forward with a gentle joggle of her naked, scarlet-tipped tits. She held a small red ball of medium-soft rubber. It had been pulled off the rubber string of one of those little paddle-ball things all chidren have at one time or another. She stepped before Mary.
"Open your mouth," she said.
"Ohhh...."
Mary's eyes rolled to Sandra. The president was staring at her with an impassive face. And all the others were watching. Her peers. She so much wanted their approval and to be a member of their exclusive little in-group! She hadn't supposed it would be so hard. Already she had given up her virginity, and played the part of a whore, too, with all sorts of boys running their pricks in and out of her as if she were a seminal milking machine or a masturbatory device of flesh and blood!
"Now ... what? That little rubber ball ... open my mouth....
She opened wide, then made a little retching noise when Dawn thrust the rubber ball in and it depressed her tongue severely. She gulped and swallowed several times until her stomach stopped lurching. The ball held her tongue down. She could not talk. It interfered with her breathing, too, a little, and her nostrils worked like bellows.
Now Dawn went behind her and flipped a piece of hairy, scratchy twine over her head. It scratched. Mary trembled and whimpered. But she stood still, her mouth forced wide open, while Dawn pulled the twine between her widely parted lips and knotted it behind her head.
The rubber ball gagged her most uncomfortably. The twine, also profoundly uncomfortable, held the ball in place.
Mary wondered why she had been gagged.
Then she wondered still more, when the elasticized hair band, black, was pulled down to blindfold her.
"Nga-a-a-a-ahhk!" she said, although she had intended only a little "oh."
She was turned and walked. "Step up." She obeyed, stepping up onto the exercise mat. "Stop." She stopped, then was pressured forward a little. She felt the pressure of wood at her belly and realized that she was standing against the ping-pong table. "Bend forward. Lie on it. Then extend your arms."
Mary did all that, slowly and fearfully. Then her wrists were bound to the screw-down posts on either side of the table, exactly as Eunice had been a week earlier. But in Mary's case there was no blanket between the naked pooch of her belly and the cold, rather sharp-edged table.
Good grief, the girl thought, my bottom must be sticking way....
"Open your legs. More. Come on now, a little more." Her upthrust bottom was flicked, lightly, by the fingers of Dawn's hand. Mary shivered and opened her legs some more.
She could not see what was being done, she could only feel the pressure of a wooden rod of some sort across her insteps, and then the cord being knotted around her ankles. She did not know that those bonds were nylon stockings, or that the wooden rod was the screw-out handle of a floor mop, into each end of which, using Sandra's well-parted legs as a guide, Jack had driven a nail. The nail held the stocking from sliding along the pole. The pole, then, would hold Mary's legs just as they were, very wide apart.
The five girls grinned at the door behind which stood Jack, and they waited awhile, knowing he was studying the sight they had presented for his view.
First there were her well-presented buttocks, out-thrust, rounded melons so lushly ripe they looked ready to be burst-and chewed up. They sloped off into her thighs, which were well apart, and her legs were stiff, the calf muscles forced into relief. Her feet were over three feet away from each other, so that legs and the pole connecting her feet formed a triangle. Its apex lay just beneath her proffered ass, and it was an intriguingly beautiful complex of curling fur and soft rounded flesh.
The downy fur covered the gorgeous hillock of super soft flesh that was so beautifully cleft. Because of the widespread condition of her legs, the cleft was forced slightly open, so that Jack's staring eyes could drink in the sight of the thick pouting lips framing the girl's darling little pussy, which he had seen devirginized only a couple of weeks ago.
It was all very, very lovely, the extremely vulnerable-looking girl and her obscenely proffered sexual parts, and he licked his lips, feeling a hot liquid stabbing deep in his scrotum. He continued watching. His excitement rose.
"As I said," Sandra intoned in her rather stilted Lady Venus voice, "there are vicissitudes in this life we must all face." She had practiced, and she pronounced the word-which was Eunice's contribution to this ceremony-very nicely. "They bring us pain. You must understand this pain, and be prepared for it. It can come ... totally without warning."
That was the signal for Dawn to begin landing a regular flurry of hard hand slaps, all over the girl's upturned buttocks. Mary gasped and made muffled noises through her uncomfortable gag. Her buttocks strove mightily to clutch each other, but her widespread legs interfered. She jerked and grunted and the fingers of her bound hands scrabbled like racing mice at the tabletop. Her haunches shook and quivered and swayed, which was about all the motion she was capable of.
Dawn gave her a silently counted one hundred palm slaps, by which time the satiny bottom contours were considerably deepened in color. Then she left off and all of them watched the spanked cheeks quiver and clench.
The bound girl moaned and whimpered, but she was not crying.
Her ass had only been sensitized; warmed up.
The red rubber ball from the paddle-ball affair was stuffed in her mouth and held there by bothersome, scratchy twine. Now the paddle, small and slim-shaped wood, was in Dawn's hand. Dawn looked at "Lady Venus."
Sandra nodded.
"Gl-l-a-a-a-a-aaaghhhhr.
Mary's poked-out butt jerked, then the scorched backside writhed under the stinging slap of the little paddle. She threshed and squirmed, succeeding in accomplishing little but abrading her naked body against the top of the ping-pong table.
"Guh-gun-guh," she gasped, the ball-stuffed mouth automatically prefixing every sound she made with an involuntary hard "G" sound. The sounds she made were not pretty; low animal grunts.
Dawn stepped back and handed the little paddle to Eunice. Not thick or long, the paddle was far from a severe weapon of chastisement, but certainly its flat wooden surface imparted a nasty sting. And there was an area of darker red where Dawn's swat had fallen. It colored the outermost portion of Mary's left buttock.
Taking careful aim, Eunice glanced at Sandra. Sandra nodded and Eunice started her swing.
"Thank you, Sister of the Dawn," Sandra said. "Sister Eunice?"
CRACK!
The paddle fell before Eunice's name had been pronounced, and before Mary had a chance to tighten up her cheeks against the second swat Sandra's words indicated. Thus the paddle struck her right buttock while the prominently bulging hemisphere was relaxed.
Mary cried out again, and again lurched. Again heat radiated through her ass, and once more the table top hurt her naked tits and its edge gouged wickedly at her soft belly. And once more her fingers scrabbled noisily at the table.
Eunice bent to kiss the glowing red mark she had left on that poor tensing cheek.
Then she stepped back, handing the little paddle to Bonnie.
Thank you, Sister Eunice," Sandra said. "How sweet that you kissed the pretty cheek you reddened...." She paused, smiling, staring at the upturned backside, for Mary had tightened it as soon as Sandra had begun speaking. They watched its halves strain together, then begin to sag as the muscles relaxed slowly....
Sandra nodded at Bonnie. The big blonde started her swing, crouching a little and bringing her arm swinging upward. "Sister Bonnie?" WHOP! "Geeee-ya-a-a-aaAAGr Struck from beneath, at its very base where it joined her thigh, Mary's left cheek jumped upward in spasmodic response to the unloving kiss of the paddle. She swerved her hips back and forth, trying to assuage the flames that seemed to flicker in her poor bottom. She tried, too, to plead with them, but the rubber ball in her mouth would not permit words, only embarrassingly, humiliatingly animal-like noises. She bit hard into the sphere of red rubber.
Peering through a crack in the plank door of the toolroom, Jack smiled grimly, watching that long, sensuous body and its helplessly out-poked ass jerk in epileptic rhythm. Delicious!
Bonnie, too, planted a kiss on the butt she had whopped, and her tongue came tantalizingly close to the down-bulging mound of Mary's cunt. With her hand extended behind her, Bonnie passed the paddle to Laura.
The victim lay rather limply along the tabletop, groaning and shivering. Sandra thanked Sister Bonnie, called Sister Laura's name, and they all watched the tight tension that gripped the exposed rump. The intimate groove between its twinned halves vanished as Mary strained hard to crush the cheeks together. It was a purely involuntary action; surely Mary should have known that a stroke across a tightened ass cheek hurts more than on a relaxed cushion of soft flesh.
But her backside wriggled, the voluptuous cheeks tightening as the paddle fell again across the bases of those already well-whipped ovals.
Obviously, from the girl's violent lunging jerk and loud gurgling cry, this swat hurt more than any of the previous ones. All of them stared, with some sympathy, at the squirming form of the initiate. Frantic with pain and fear she could not under stand, Mary tried to get herself out of the way of further hurts. She could not.
Laura made her squirm even more by bending, placing a hand on each of the reddened ovals, and pushing them apart so that she could plant her tender kiss between them. Jack, staring into the crack between Laura's upturned buttocks, knew what she was doing, and he smiled.
Sandra thanked Laura and turned to grin at the toolroom door. Opening it, Jack slipped out and walked barefoot across the basement floor. His naked cock bobbed and jumped before him, not quite erect but long and thick enough to attract the hungry gaze of five pairs of eyes. He accepted the paddle and studied the target. It was deeply pink, but a darker red in one place, where Bonnie's stroke had swung upward, than elsewhere. It seemed to bulge slightly there, and he was very tempted to land another blow on precisely the same spot.
But their purpose, after all, was not to destroy the girl's ass, not to bloody it, but to make it hurt and soften it up for the coming activity. Therefore, after a moment of thought, he knelt behind her and swung the paddle down, aiming at the crack between the jutting demiglobes.
His aim was good. The diminutive wooden paddle spanned the crease perfectly and forced itself into the curving flesh on either side.
His blow, naturally enough, was the hardest of any that had fallen on the helpless, submissively bound girl's butts.
Her head jerked up and she forced a long, rattling gurgling cry out around her rubber-ball gag. A bright patch of new red, like a blooming flower, flowed out onto both her ass cheeks, framing the crease that divided them so nicely.
Then Jack passed the paddle to the first hand that came out for it and, moving forward on his knees, gripped the poor whipped buttocks. He peeled them open like a pre-sliced melon. Feeling their strong attempts to pull back together, he smiled and held them apart. Meanwhile he gazed delightedly at the deep, shiny-sleek valley and the lovely little pink coil in its floor.
He pushed his face in and licked it for more than a minute, until the girl on the table top was going wild with arousal and her cunt lips gaped helplessly open beneath her, seeking something to suck on. Her asshole opened more and more around his probing tongue. He slithered it in and out like a tiny cock, fucking her anal vestibule.
His sister handed him the seven-inch length of smooth, lacquered broom handle he had sawed off-and drilled, at the sawn end, through and through. The rounded end was shiny and well-smeared with Vaseline.
He set it to the soft aperture he had licked into open relaxation, and he pushed.
"Ggg-l-l-l-aaaaaack-kkk!" Mary cried out, as the tight rim of her ass was forced to accept, rather than a slitheringly sexy tongue, a large rounded chunk of cold wood. It yielded and gave way, oozing over the end of the broom handle.
He did not stop pushing it in until he knew he was hurting her, inside. Then he eased the pressure. Her asshole contained a little over four inches of unyielding wooden dowel, about an inch in diameter.
Through the holes he had drilled in its end they had passed a length of slim cord, and while he held the anal probe steady with a palm against its sawed end, Sandra passed the cord around Mary's hips, brought the ends back, and tied them behind her, snugly, just under the piece of broom handle that jutted obscenely out of her rectum. The cord bit into the girl's whipped ass cheeks.
Mary could only stand-he there and squirm. The dildo would remain up her ass until one of them chose to untie the cord and slide it out of expanded anal tissues.
Jack went over to the steps, picked up the white hood there, and slipped it over his head. Bonnie watched him, licking her lips. He nodded, indicating the jar of Vaseline, and she hurriedly seized it, rammed a finger in, and swiped it up her ass crease.
Dawn, meanwhile, was removing Mary's gag. The rubber ball bounced along the table and onto the floor, leaving a snail-like trail of moisture from Mary's saliva. First she worked her mouth and ran her tongue in and out and over her lips, a half-dozen times. Then, plaintively, she whimpered out her little cry.
"Oh ... how could you hurt me like that! Then the kisses ... so sexy ... unnnh!" She shuddered involuntarily. The pole sticking out between her buttocks bobbed lewdly. "And dear God, what ... what's that ... is something still in me?"
"A cock?" Dawn suggested, smiling as she freed Mary's right wrist.
"No-o-o, oh no! Not a cock! A cock's all warm and sort of flexible, just a little I mean, but it's alive, and the flesh gives some. This is ... this is ... oh this is something that hurts?"
Dawn paused with her hands on Mary's left wrist She fixed her with a look. "Does it?"
"Uh ... um ... well....we-well, it did ... it's cold ... I mean, it way...."
"Bigger things," Sandra intoned from behind Mary, "have emerged from your bowels than this little dildo, darling."
"Dildo?"
"What else. You didn't think we'd stuck a petrified cock up you, did you?"
The girls all laughed. After a moment, Mary also chuckled. Then her arms were free and she straightened, slowly, with little moans. Instantly her hands went back to her whipped and pierced bottom.
"Leave that alone!" Sandra said, menacingly.
Biting her Up, Mary let her hands drop. "How ... how long ...?"
"Not long. Now ... observe."
Mary observed. She stared. She watched the hooded male, otherwise naked and wearing one hell of a long thick red hard-on, across the floor. His lovely thick cock jumped up and down and wobbled all around as he walked. He came straight to her and his hands rose to her shoulders.
She stared at the shadowy eyes she could just make out through the hood's slits.
"Are ... are you going to fuck me now?" she asked, in a tiny voice.
"No. I just wanted you to know that it was I who kissed and licked your anus, and I who shoved in the cock-substitute."
She trembled. Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip. Her hands trembled, hovering close to his hips. "What ... what are you going to do-now?"
"Fuck Bonnie," he said.
"But...." She hesitated, flushing a little, then turned her pleading face on Sandra. "But ... San-uh, Lady Venus ... that ... the ah whipping ... it made me sexy! And this ... thing in me in the ... the wrong place, makes me ... want something in the ... the right one!"
Sandra gazed implacably at her.
Suddenly Mary's hand slipped between her and the man standing so close, gripping her shoulders in the big warm hands. She grabbed his cock.
"Why Bonnie? Why not ME?"
His hand slid down her shoulder, down her flank, and he made her grunt when he flicked the short length of pole sticking out of her rectum.
"Because Bonnie doesn't have a rod up her ass!" he told her.
She stared at the hood, then her eyes shifted past him. They widened. Bonnie, naked but for the boots and belt, was kneeling on the exercise mat. Her big white ass was obscenely projected, and Mary could see the lightly furred pussy bulge below, too. Looking back around her shoulder, Bonnie grinned.
"O Apollo," she called in a soft sensual voice, "my back passage awaits your Phallic Dart!"
Mary gasped and shivered. "You ... you don't mean ... you're going to ... in her bottom?"
Jack stroked hers, nodding his white-hooded head. "Of course."
"All of us have taken it up the ass," Sandra said callously-and untruthfully. "No!"
"Ye-esss!" Bonnie grinned at her, still kneeling with her ass upturned in large mute offering toward Jack's back.
"But it's ... that's ... it would hurt!" Mary shivered.
Then they all chuckled, and she got the old cliche in a chorus of their voices. "Only for a little while!"
Squeezing her a last time, Jack went over to the kneeling blonde. He squatted behind her. Staring, Mary began to edge forward and sidewise. She just had to see this. She couldn't believe it.
He was stroking Bonnie's upturned butt. "Umm," she sighed. Then Mary saw Jack spit into his hand, and again, and grease his standing cock with his spit-glistening hand. Immediately he pushed the tip of it down and adjusted the angle of his kneeling to direct the blood-swollen head of his penis between the large white moons of Bonnie's butt.
"U-uhh!" Mary gasped.
"Unnnnnnnnh!" Bonnie gasped.
Mary didn't know about the Vaseline with which Bonnie had liberally smeared her asshole, nor about last night's "practice." She knew only that she was watching a huge, spit-slick male organ sink voluptuously between the plump white cheeks, into her hole, in and in, until the kneeling girl's juicy inner ass engulfed him to the balls and he knelt triumphantly behind her. He straightened up, on his knees. His thighs were pressed firmly against Bonnie's buttocks.
"My gosh!" Mary exclaimed in a low voice. "I-I didn't think it was possible. B-Bonnie? Doesn't it hurt?"
Braced with her palms on the mat at which she stared, Bonnie said, "Sure, a little. It does when it first comes into your pussy too, doesn't it?"
"I ... I ... I don't believe it!!" Mary knelt impulsively beside her sorority sister-to be. Her hand slithered under the other girl's plump belly, even plumper now that it was directed downward. Mary felt the pale, sparse hair, the raw red flesh of the cunt lips, their gaping aspect and the fact that they were very moist.
Starting to explore them in quest of Jack's cock, her fingers, two of them, slurped accidentally into Bonnie's wet pussy. At once, it squeezed her.
Bonnie shuddered and sighed. "Oh, thank you, darling! I need something there, too!"
Jack felt the fingers slithering about over his cock, separated by inner flesh layers that were little more than tissue-thin membranes.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked.
Mary's large eyes stared up at his hood. She wiggled the fingers again, experimentally, and he lurched a little as she stroked his ass-imbedded cock. His lurch transferred itself, via that deep thrust pole, to Bonnie's body. She too jerked, with a little gasp.
"Your ... it really is up her ... up her back!" Mary cried incredulously.
"Of course, silly," Bonnie grunted. "Why should we lie to you?" Then she groaned aloud; Mary had withdrawn her fingers and was staring at them. They were coated with slimy cunt juice.
"Oh please ... won't you put them back in me, Mary?"
"Go ahead, darling," Jack urged. "I loved feeling your fingers on my prick, there's only a Utile piece of skin separating this hole from that one."
Mary shivered and her face flushed. Her expression became one of consummate lust. She rammed her hand back beneath Bonnie. Bonnie bucked and cried out This time it was three fingers that forced their way up her cuntal cavity, and it was forced tight by the big pole up the adjoining passage. She felt absolutely stuffed. And both Jack's cock and Mary's fingers were very tightly gripped indeed.
Holding onto the kneeling blonde's broad hips, her kneeling buggerer began pushing intimately in and out of her asshole. She arched her back and moaned. Her big dangling breasts swung and brushed the exercise mat with their swollen tips as she bucked and rotated her hips, squealing in utter delight and true impalement as his big cock danced in and out of her anus.
With each in-thrust, he could feel not only the furling tight tube of her soft rectal channel, but the pressure against the base of his prodding prick, too, from Mary's engulfed fingers. She wiggled them, inside Bonnie's pussy. They grew wetter and wetter, and the delicate lips suddenly began oozing a clear warm elixir that glistened on Mary's wrist. She stared at it, then began running her fingers in and out
"One," Jack said, "two ... in ... out. . And thus, with" his counting time, the two of them achieved a rhythm. Mary's fingers and his cock slid into the other girl in unison, pulled suckingly out in unison, and plunged within again, together.
Again and again, holding wide the firm bulging globes of her rump, he watched his swollen penis penetrate and sink far in, oozing up her hungry gasping anus to disappear deep within her rectum.
Aware of movements all around him, he glanced up and about. The other members of the Venus Club were gathering, bending forward, watching with avidly bright eyes. Eunice had a hand at her crotch and seemed to be minus a couple of fingers. While Sandra toyed with her own tits, Laura was toying with her ass. And Dawn stood with wide-parted legs, unconsciously displaying her deep-cleft snatch in open invitation and longing.
My harem! Jack mused.
He reached up with one hand and tugged at Dawn's leg. "Won't you join us, dear? Kneel right here beside Bonnie...."
She did, and in moments he had his cock up Bonnie's hole and his finger sliding about in Dawn's. Her eyes suddenly lighting up, Eunice swung a leg-carefully over Dawn's back, apologized when she inadvertently kicked Bonnie, and settled her booted foot down between the two side-by-side kneeling girls. She" faced Jack, grinning down at him. Then she settled her bottom onto Dawn's, and the bright red lips of her vulva popped apart to leer at Jack.
Turning his hand, he managed to get his thumb into her cunt while continuing to keep Dawn's anus pierced with his finger. Reaching down, leaning slightly sidewise, he found Mary's mossy mound and ran a finger into the crease.
"Uh ... ah! Oh, yes!" she sighed, hunching the finger in her cunt while slithering three of her own in and out of the other girl.
Jack looked up at Sandra and Laura, both watching with left-out expressions.
"Do each other," he said.
"But. . Sandra began. Laura rolled her eyes at the other girl, biting her lip.
"Do each other," Jack said. And don't forget the record."
With a hurt look at him, Sandra pulled Laura down and they began sliding their fingers in and out of each other's juicy gaps. Disturbed by his attentions to everyone else and his lack of movements in her, Bonnie leaned well forward, then rammed herself back. Her wagging, jerking hips caressed the truncheon of his sex as it plummeted deeply up her rectum and throbbed hugely inside that soft dewy canal.
His prick rushed in and out of Bonnie's ass and was caressed by Mary's fingers. His finger probed Mary's cunt, she working herself around to get a deeper impalement. Sandra and Laura were now fingerfucking each other avidly, while Laura chewed her friend's naked scarlet-crested breast And Jack's thumb explored Eunice's open, oozing slit while another finger of the same hand probed Dawn's asshole.
John Huffman sat on the steps, grinning as he aimed his almost-silent movie camera at them and swung it steadily back and forth over the wild orgiastic scene.
So Jack thinks he has something on them, hmm? he thought. Wait till he learns he's going to have to share his sweet little teenage harem!