Chapter 3
Only two boys of the group now remained to have their first turn with Janet. Having been treated to the recent orgy, they were both horny, hot and ready. Both stepped forward at the same time, and both declared that it was their turn next. A freaky argument ensued, and Ron, the leader, was called upon to decide it. As the leader, he was the only one with the authority to do so. He made the decision on the basis of which had been in the club the longest, the senior member taking precedence over the junior member. It turned out that the lead least attractive to Janet won out. He immediately announced his intentions to fuck her straight. For this much, Janet was grateful, since that meant she could more or less relax, something she badly needed. She was still thoroughly worn out from the double fucking she had just received.
Laying on her back, she spread her legs widely to accommodate him. The boy hungrily threw himself onto her. So anxious was he to ram his prick into her, that he fumbled repeatedly with his fly trying to get it out. It took several attempts before he succeeded in finding the elusive opening. Once he got it out, however, he found Janet's cunt well-lubricated, and found no difficulty at all ramming his hard rod into her. Once he found the right spot, his joint sunk deeply into the girl with the first hard thrust.
He pumped away at her frantically then, so great was his need.
Janet wasn't really enjoying this fuck, the memory of the good feelings of the last one still fresh in her memory. But, knowing how important it was for each member of the gang to feel that she had given them everything she had, she was successful in faking desire to such an extent that she heard the overheated boy whisper in her ear that she was the best piece of ass he'd ever had.
Still thrusting into her wildly, and grunting and gasping uncontrollably, the boy was soon brought to completion. His come spurted forth into her belly hotly and so full was her pussy already, that most of it ran out of her and onto the mattress. Spent, the boy lay on top of her for a few minutes, then raised himself immediately and made way for the next fellow. Janet was terribly disappointed, and would have felt frustrated had she been on a date with him and been depending on him to satisfy her sexual needs also. Fortunately, she had been more than satisfied by the fuckings she had already received.
The next boy was already overheated also, from the excitement that had already been generated. He threw himself onto Janet the same way the one before him had. He, however, immediately found her opening and was soon pumping away at her in a frenzy. He was more experienced, however, and took his time when he got used to the feel of the hot pussy around his prick. Slowing a little, he began to thrust into her with less fanaticism, and more finesse.
Feeling the boy begin to properly fuck her rather than just using her, Janet, too, began to respond. She would raise herself up to meet him each time he would plunge down into the warmth of her hot cunt. She could once again feel the fires of desire beginning to ignite within herself. She could not help wondering just how many times a girl could actually come in one night. She didn't know the answer but she had the definite feeling she just might find out before the night was over.
Janet could hear the sounds of the boy grunting in her ear as he rapidly approached the end of his road. His meaty shaft was plunging ever faster into her own hot cunt now. She knew that if she were going to manage to come before him, she would have to hurry. Concentrating solely on what his flesh was doing to the tender folds of her cunt meat. Janet managed to get into the swing of things.
The more she responded to what ne was doing to her, the more passionate it made the boy. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear now, telling her how wonderful he thought she was, and what a gorgeous cunt she had. The part about her cunt she believed, but the rest of it she knew was bullshit. Janet, wanting desperately to come also now that she had been once more aroused, begged him to ram his cock in her as deep as he could. She told him what a beautiful job of fucking her he was doing, hoping that the lie would help him to hold off a little while. But her words had just the opposite effect on the lad and proved to be all the additional stimulation he needed. The sounds of his grunts increased. He began to plunge into her harder than before. He acted now as if he wanted to drive his shaft all the way into her belly. Janet for her part, opened herself wide to accommodate him, hoping that the prick would succeed in stimulating her enough before he spilled his milk in her. Her cunt lips had become terribly swollen and she knew that it would be hard for her to experience still another good climax without proper stimulation. She had already been over stimulated by the series of fuckings she had already received.
With a vehement lunge into her with his rampant prick, the boy shot the first of his hot load deep inside her. Feeling the hot milk splash against the bottom of her pussy, Janet also began to constrict. To her complete astonishment, she felt her own woman-nectar begin to flow freely. As if a signal, both joined together in a wild, thrashing of limbs. Janet wrapped her legs about his waist tightly as if she were riding a bucking horse, and her nails raked at his back with savage fury. The thoroughness of Janet's climax only served to increase the boy's sperm flow, and he spewed it forth into her time and time again. With each thrust, still more of both their juices cascaded down the insides of Janet's cunt walls.
She knew that had her poor box not been so completely sensitized by the unusual amount of activity that it had been subjected to that night, she wouldn't be responding so completely to this rather inept boy. He wasn't all that bad, but he sure as hell wasn't all that good either. Not good enough to have her climbing the walls like she was. She even began to worry that her display of emotion might be misconstrued as a fake, and that those watching might think she was just putting on an act. She needn't have worried, though. They were used to this, and knew that most of the girls found themselves in a similar situation on their initiation night. It was nothing new to them.
Finally, their brief bout with insanity at an end, both collapsed in a bundle of arms and legs, both too spent to move. A small round of applause greeted their ears, not nearly as loud as before. Most of the group had left, getting together in pairs at varied points around the large room. The sight of the double-fuck that Janet and the two boys had provided for them had tended to dull their senses as far as watching a simple one-way, natural position, fuck was concerned. Janet couldn't really blame them, although she felt a little disappointed. She had done her best and she felt that somehow they should have been willing to at least watch. The kiss that the boy planted firmly on her lips helped to mollify her somewhat. She smiled back at him when he thanked her. "Glad you enjoyed it," she said. Grinning, the boy said, "You can say that again." Then he was gone.
As tne boy had withdrawn his cock, it had made a sucking sound. The amount of come that she had in her was almost making her hole a sloppy mess, she reflected, and wished there was some way she could douche it out. But she knew she could forget about a luxury like that until the following morning. The very best she could hope for would be that Sharon might manage to bring her a towel. Even that would be something, though, the girl thought to herself. She looked around for her friend.
Now that all the boys in the club had been lustily satisfied, it came time for them to take a vote on her membership. There were twelve male members, and for her to be accepted by them, at least ten had to vote for her. However, of the two who were allowed to vote against her without her losing out, she still had one other peril to face. Any one of them desiring to vote against her had two choices. They could vote simply no, and if there were no more than two no votes, she was in. But, if one of them wanted to veto her, that is, declare that in his estimation she should actually be blackballed from membership, that vote would count as two no's in itself. If she had even one no with a veto, she was out. A veto meant that for grave reasons the member had found her totally unacceptable, and had enjoyed nothing about her. It was the most extreme thing that a member could do, therefore was seldom used.
If the member merely didn't personally like the pledge, or hadn't enjoyed fucking her, he could show his displeasure by simply voting no, and let it go at that. If the pledge displeased very many people, thus making herself unworthy of membership, she would quickly accumulate enough no-votes to tell the story. Sharon had told her, however, that at almost every initiation there was usually at least one no vote. After all, it was almost impossible for a girl to completely please every single one of the guys, and it more than likely would result in her accumulating at least one unhappy member. Thinking about this, the membership had allowed two bad ones before she would lose out. After that, it was more than just an unhappy member. Sharon confessed that she herself had received a no vote when she had pledged, and that it had really made her feel bad. Later, however, she made the guy take the vote back. In private, though.
Ron was standing in the middle of the room now with his hands over his head calling for everyone's attention. Knowing what the next order of business was to be, the members gathered about him obediently, in a generally jovial mood. Feeling as good as she did, Janet couldn't help hoping that she might be one of the rare girls who ever got a full twelve yes votes. She honestly felt that she had done a good enough job to warrant it, and glancing at the faces of the boys, she felt the excited anticipation rising in her. In the meantime, Sharon had come over, and sat down beside her.
Sharon had brought with her usually trusty glass of whiskey, and she now handed the glass to Janet, as they both settled down to wait out the vote. It was almost as important to Sharon, being Janet's sponsor, as it was to Janet herself. As for Janet, she was temporarily distracted by the whiskey, and couldn't help wondering why she wasn't being affected by the stuff. She had two full glasses of it so far and not the slightest effect. Giggling, it suddenly occurred to Janet that the obvious reason was that she had been keeping herself rather active. Janet giggled again as she thought of what an understatement that was. Taking a large swallow of the amber liquid, she giggled a third time, then seeing Ron glance at her with annoyance, managed to control herself.
"You better take it a little easy on that stuff," Sharon whispered. "You've had quite a bit, you know."
"Shit!" Janet replied. "I was just thinking that it hadn't affected me at all." She giggled again, and quickly glanced at Ron.
"That's what you think. You are letting it get to you whether you know it or not. Your face is flushed as hell."
"That is not from drinking, ducky," Janet answered in a whisper, not wanting to piss Ron off. "That is from getting the shit fucked out of me." Taking another sip of the burning fluid, Janet suddenly turned serious. Looking at Sharon quickly she asked, "How does it look? Think they will boot me out, or vote me in?"
"You are in, kid," Sharon assured her, smiling. Then, letting a frown crease her pretty face she went on, "but you can never tell at one of these damn things. Sometimes, they act like they like fucking you or having you suck them off. When it comes right down to voting though, they just might go the other way. But I don't think so in your case. Don't take it hard though if someone does vote against you. Sometimes they team up that way to scare you a little. I remember that the second one to vote in my initiation voted against me. I was worried sick about it since I was sure that everyone was for me. I found out later they had planned the whole fucking thing just to get my goat. So play it cool." Janet said she would, thinking of how foolish she had been in expecting them all to vote for her. It wasn't likely, she realized now.
"Anything you say, teacher," Janet said again, and giggling, wondered if maybe this stuff wasn't getting to her after all. She sure as hell was giggling a lot considering how serious the time was. She decided that she would take it a little easy after all. The one thing she sure as hell didn't want was to get juiced up. That would get her kicked out faster than anything. Sharon had told her about one girl who had come to her initiation half pie-eyed. The boys had all taken their turn with her, then every last one voted against her. They didn't like girls who had to get drunk in order to take the kind of things they had to go through to get into the club. A little booze was alright. Just not too much.
Having gotten everyone's attention, Ron called to Janet. She rose and went to stand beside him, so that everyone could see her.
Ron explained that the procedure was for her to kneel in front of him, and suck his cock while the members voted on her. Sharon had already explained this to her before so she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled Ron's cock into view. It was already rock-hard and Janet lost no time inputting it in her mouth and going to work on it just as she had done in the beginning. Some of the members gave short cheers for her, and she began to feel good again. Fantasies of racking up twelve yes votes sifted through her mind.
Janet sensuously let the hard dick ride in and out of her mouth. She would bring the tip of it almost completely out of her mouth, then make a big show of licking the head with her tongue. Ron grunted, and several of the fellows laughed. Janet decided that she would do all she could to make it as difficult as possible for him to call the role. Besides, seeing how expertly she was blowing their leader might help some of the guys decide that they, too, wanted some more of them, and vote to keep her in the club so that they would have ready access to her. She sucked away at his joint all that much harder.
"Alright, guys," he began. "It's time, ohhhh." More laughter rang out. "As I was saying," Ron went on. "It is time to take a vote on Janet. You all know the procedure, so let's not waste any time, ummm." Looking down at Janet, Ron said, "Sweet shit, Janet. Take it easy, will you? You are going to have me coming before I get this fucking role called and then you won't know how you came out until the next meeting." A loud chorus of yells and catcalls greeted Ron's statement. A few of the boys offered to call the role for him.
"What's the matter, glorious leader? Can't you take it?" one of the fellows called out jokingly. But that was a mistake, and even in her disadvantageous position Janet could feel Ron stiffen all over. There was just one thing he couldn't tolerate as the leader, and that was to have anyone challenging him. He had to stand up to any one of them, at any time, any place, or he would quickly lose his mantle of authority. It was based on both a vote of the membership, and the belief of the majority of the members that he could best control them all. If any one of them successfully challenged him, he would be through, period. Therefore, if someone did challenge him, Ron had to kick the shit out of them right then and there.
"If any one of you believes that," Ron said coldly, "just let him step forward right now and we'll find out if it's true."
The room dissolved into any uneasy silence. The only sounds to be heard were those of Janet's mouth working on Ron's cock. She knew that the best thing she could do was just keep right on sucking, pretending to ignore everything else in the room. This was especially so since in a rather indirect manner she was connected with it. So heavy was the silence in the room, that Janet had to fight down an impulse to stop sucking, and just let Ron's meat lie in her mouth. But she instinctively felt this would be the worst thing she could do. He just might decide to take some of his anger out on her if she did, and since no one seemed willing to step forward, it would soon be all over except the shouting. Janet continued to let his cock go in and out of her mouth like a piston.
The silence hung like a blanket of cold air over the room for a full minute. There were a few nervous coughs, and shuffling of feet but no one spoke. His retort unanswered, and sure of his control over the situation again, Ron began to relax. Janet felt his muscles soften and felt relieved. She had weathered the crisis, and nothing had come of it. But after that Janet decided that she wouldn't be quite as enthusiastic in her blow-job. The girl couldn't afford for anything to go wrong at this point. Girls with a reputation for always being at the center of problems between boys were about as welcome as a king-sized dose of the clap.
Completely relaxed at last, Ron laughed. Almost as if at a signal, the room once more started buzzing with conversation. Looking down at Janet, Ron smiled at her and said, "Alright, baby. Now you just suck away at this lollipop all you want to. Suck me good."
Happy with the knowledge that Ron wasn't mad at her after all, Janet willingly complied, increasing the speed of her head, pulling his rigid meat into her mouth as deeply as she could. The slurping noise she made brought forth more laughter and the festive mood soon replaced the high-voltage tension that had been there only a moment before.
"Alright, you guys, now back to calling the vote. As I call your name, give me your vote. Don?"
"In," his voice rang out clearly. A roar of approval greeted his vote. Janet sucked still harder, trying to show her appreciation, and managed to bring a grunt of approval from Ron.
"Jimmy?"
"In," his voice squeaked. Everyone laughed and several applauded. Someone called out, "Thatta way to go, stud!" and this was greeted with more laughter and Janet sucked merrily away at Ron's cock. Three more names were quickly called and each of them lustily shouted their approval of Janet. Each vote was greeted with a loud, noisy, raucous cheer, and Janet sucked all that much ardently on the leader's prick. She also noticed that each time he called a name now his voice was getting deeper. She was having an effect on him. Janet found she couldn't stop the wild pounding in her chest as the vote went on. She was sure that the members had accepted her, and the formality of finding out was almost unbearable. But she didn't feel safe in relaxing until the tenth yes-vote had been counted.
"Kenn, ahhh!" Ron moaned loudly. "Kenny," he repeated, fighting to keep control of his voice.
"I vote right on. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. And will you hurry up and finish this fucking roll call so I can get a crack at what you are getting right now?"
A loud cheer rousingly filled the room, and several shouts of "Yea,"
"Come on,"
"Finish it,"
"Hurry up," and "Right on," were heard. Janet showed her appreciation by taking Ron's cock out of her mouth, and lustily licked the shaft and head of it with her tongue, then popped it back into her mouth. Ron again rolled his eyes, and more yells were heard for him to hurry up and finish. Laughing, Ron said to the group, "If this cannibal down here will take it easy for a second so I can talk, I'd be happy to."
"Steve?"
"In baby, in," he shouted back. "Tommy?"
"All the way, man," he answered. Janet sucked still harder. She had eight yes votes now. Only two more needed. Ron would be one of those she was sure. That meant that all she really needed then was one more solid yes, and she was home free. Janet waited impatiently for him to call the next name and insure that she was accepted. The thought a boy might veto, never entered her mind.
"Big Bob?" Ron called out. Janet almost froze, then trying not to show her nervousness, went back to sucking Ron's cock more slowly. Her ears strained to hear the vote, however.
"I vote no," Big Bob answered. Janet groaned out her disappointment, and she heard several others do the same. Well, there it was. If she had gotten a vote of twelve yes's she would have already been in and the rest of her initiation would have been merely a matter of form. But one on the negative side meant she had to go through the entire twelve hours of initiation. Also, it meant that the girls had to vote on her, too. But there were only eleven girls to vote, since her membership would bring the club up to full strength. She knew for sure that at least one girl would be voting against her, and since the rules were the same there, only two no-votes, with ten yes's, she began to worry. She herself couldn't vote, so she could not afford to get two no votes from the girls' side.
"Alright. Big Bob votes no. That is eight votes for and one against. Now. Johnny?"
"Yes," she heard him shout. His vote was met with applause, although the no vote had somehow dampened their spirits. Janet now sucked lovingly at Ron's cock. His vote was all that mattered now. If he voted yes, she was in for sure. Then she remembered that there would still be one vote left outstanding, and if that vote were to be a veto, she could still lose. Her heart beat wildly as she contemplated that possibility. She searched her mind frantically trying to remember who had not voted yet. She couldn't think of whose it was.
Had she done a good job on him or not? Then Ron called the last name on the list besides his own. "Ray?"
Janet tried to look out of the corner of her eye. She saw a boy step forward and immediately recognized him as the boy who had jumped on her and so ineffectively fucked her. He had been the next to last one. She didn't know how he felt. Then she saw Karen standing next to him lightly touching his arm. The boy looked rather miserable. The bitch has gotten to him Janet realized. Now the big question is: how will he vote? Just no, or veto?
"Well, Ray?" Ron repeated again. "How do you vote?"
"I-I vote no," he stammered.
A loud groan went up from the group. Janet herself, however, wasn't too unhappy as she surveyed the consequences of his vote. That was really the best she could have hoped for under the circumstances. It sure as hell was better than a veto, which would have cancelled any chances she had. She was sure that Karen had done her best to get the boy to vote that way, and she felt good toward the lad that he had resisted. At least this way she had a fighting chance to stay in. Thus the score was nine to two, and that left only Ron to go. If the way Janet was mouthing his organ would influence him any, she was sure that he would be for her.
The room quieted down considerably, and everyone was looking to Ron. It was up to him now. If he didn't vote yes, it was all over for Janet. Janet herself was only too well aware of that, and she grasped Ron's shaft ever tighter, and renewed the vigor with which her mouth and tongue roamed over it. Her nicely-formed tits bobbed up and down. At last she heard someone in the room demand that Ron vote, so that they would have it over with.
Ron just looked down at Janet and smiled. Then, groaning loudly he said, "I don't know for sure yet. Gotta think about it for a few minutes."
Everyone knew what his answer would be. He was just teasing Janet, and was going to wait until she succeeded in making him come before giving her the satisfaction of knowing for certain. Janet, for her part, went along with the plan. She, too, knew that all she needed to do was give him a really good cock-sucking and she was in. From the way he had treated her all evening she felt secure in the knowledge that he was on her side anyway. But to really help matters along just in case she was mistaken, she really went to work on his prick now.
The group, by now caught up in the fantasy of the drama, was yelling at her to suck him harder. They had begun to clap their hands in unison with the rhythm of her head going back and forth over his big piece of meat in her mouth. At the same time, they had begun shouting, "Suck! Suck! Suck!" and clapping in time with each shout, laughing all the while. Not a person in the room doubted but that she was now one of their club sisters. None that was, except for Karen, who still held out hopes that she could successfully block it before her arch foe was sworn in.
Trying to add to the mystery of his final decision, however, Ron had puckered his lips and was holding his chin in one hand as he pretended to be in deep thought about what to do. A chorus of 'Vote, Ron, Vote!' had sprung up, and was keeping time with the clapping and cries for Janet to suck. He only continued to look blankly off into space, seemingly oblivious to what Janet was doing to his joint. Even Janet began to be affected, and she once more increased her efforts. The mere thought that Ron might vote against her caused a lump to rise in her throat. Opening her mouth as far as she possibly could, and at the same time bringing the cock into her mouth deeper than she had ever dared before, Janet was determined that she would give Ron the cock-sucking of his life. She felt the big head of it touch the opening of her throat, and although she almost gagged, she forced it down into her throat. That did it.
Dropping his hands to her head quickly, Ron began to gyrate his hips wildly. Not waiting for her to come forward anymore, but instead taking the initiative himself, he shoved his rock-hard prick into her hot orifice rapidly.
His breath coming hard now, punctuated by repeated moaned gasps, Janet knew that the impending flood of his come juice couldn't be more than a few strokes away. Continuing to hold her mouth open wide for him, she let him fuck her in the mouth as deeply as he wanted. Then she heard him utter a strangled shout, and someone soundly called for him to vote.
"Alright! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh!" he yelled. "I vote-I vote. Ohhhhh! Sweet shit! I'm gonna come!" He was pumping away at Janet's mouth furiously now. "Yiiiii, there it goes! Ohhhhh! Ummmm!"
Renewed yells of "Vote, Vote, Vote," resounded across the room. Finally, perspiring freely, Ron managed to gasp out, "I vote, ohhhh, I vote yeeeeeeeess!" Then he fell into a frenzy of pumping frantically into Janet's mouth, the come juice spurting viciously into her throat. Near-pandemonium had broken loose, and many of the members were jumping up and down. Hearing Ron vote yes, Janet sucked at his come more happily than she would have even believed she could have. She was in. She was IN. She was sure that absolutely nothing could stop her now.
Still his hot creamy liquid flowed in an unending stream into Janet's mouth. Try as she might, she just could not manage to swallow it all, and some trickled down from the corners of her mouth. By now, Ron had buried his cock so deeply into her mouth that she was being tickled by the hairs around his root. The watchers were still jumping up and down, howling happily. They seemed to be as happy about the whole thing as she was. Right at that moment, Janet was as happy as she had ever been in her entire life. She had been accepted into the club. Of that she was sure. All the rest would be more formality. She was happy. She was glad. She was in.
Exhausted, Ron withdrew his shrunken cock from her mouth. At the sight of the now spent prick, another round of cheers resounded around the room. Ron looked down at her with fondness. She returned his look with a steady gaze, showing her appreciation his vote had given her. Without a doubt, he would have her suck his cock more than once in the coming weeks. Of that she was sure. She'd done a good job. Ron would see to it that she was protected against the possibility of being dropped at the last moment, by any tricks that Karen might try to pull. He liked the way she performed on his joint.
The vote completed, the group left the scene of the action, and began drifting about, most looking for a fresh refill of their drinks. They talked in small groups, some of them occasionally giving her a friendly glance. She would be left alone for a while, but not for good. The boys would come back soon for another crack at her. She knew that and took advantage of her chance to rest.
Sharon again sat down beside her. This time, there was no glass in her hand. She had apparently decided that Janet had had enough, at least for the time being. She smiled warmly at her friend, and reached out to put her hand on the girl's forearm.
"That was some ending, kid," she laughed. "Boy, Ron almost lost his cool over that sucking you gave him. I have seen him happy before, but never like that."
"Yeah! But I was really hoping that I might get all the guys to vote for me. From the way Big Bob voted, I suppose you weren't able to talk him out of it? Huh?"
"Wrong! I was partly successful. He said he couldn't vote for you but that he wouldn't go through with what he had planned for you before. He wouldn't back off completely though. He said he had to at least fuck you in the ass once more or the guys would think he had chickened out. But he had planned on giving it to you like that all night. At least you will only have to take it once more. And I don't think the rest of the guys will do it to you like that any more either. So you have almost got it made. But be careful. By the way, you know that since you got a no-vote you'll also have to be voted by the girls?"
"Yes, but that won't be a problem, will it?"
"I don't think so. But Karen has been stirring up some shit. Don't know what yet. Just look out for her, that's all. As for most of the girls, they think you are okay, and won't give you any trouble. I don't think most of them will even make you do anything. Velma is the leader, and she will call for a vote in a few minutes, and from what she has said, I said, I gather that she is putting out the word to let you in. So, in a few minutes, it should be all over, and then all you will have to do is make yourself available for the guys for the rest of the night. But judging from the way you take to fucking, I don't guess that will be much of a problem for you? Huh?" She grinned knowingly at her friend.
Janet conceded that it wouldn't. But she was still worried. The fact that Sharon had confided in her that her enemy Karen was cooking something up, scared her. She still was not officially a club member. She wouldn't be until the next morning at dawn. A lot could happen between then and now. The thought of her being so close, and then losing at the last minute, left her with an uneasiness that she just couldn't seem to shake. Sharon was talking to her again now, and Janet had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had to ask her to repeat it.
"I said, that they are developing the pictures now. Kenny is the club photographer. They have set him up a little darkroom in one of the rooms upstairs. He said he would have some of the pics in about fifteen minutes. I can hardly wait to see them."
"What pictures?" Janet asked puzzled.
"The pictures of your initiation. Didn't I tell you?"
"No."
"Oh sure. They always take pictures of an initiation. It goes in the club scrapbook. You can have copies, too, if you want. Didn't you see the camera?"
Janet admitted that she hadn't. She had been too busy making sure that the boys had been satisfied to notice anything as mundane as a camera. Again she felt a strange uneasiness cross over her mind. She hadn't known that they took pictures of what she was doing. The thought disturbed her vaguely. She could just imagine what they would look like. She could just see them in her mind's eye. Her sucking and fucking everything in sight. If those pictures ever fell into the wrong hands, wow! Double wow! She couldn't help expressing her fears to Sharon.
"Oh, stop worryin, will you? Everyone who had ever been initiation has had pictures made of it. No one has ever gotten hold of them yet, and no one ever will. It is sort of a tradition now. They go in the club scrapbook, and sometimes when we are all just sitting around we bring them out. It's always good for a million laughs. Besides, later, when you look at the pictures, it kind of brings back fond memories. I know I always get turned on when I look at my pictures. Just thinking about it sometimes gets me so damned hot I wind up finger-fucking myself. I did it today in class, when I was thinking about tonight.
"Really? What class?" Janet asked incredulously.
"Biology. That cute Mr. Simmons was talking about how the different animals reproduce, and I got to thinking about how people reproduce. I was in the back of the class. No one could see what I was doing so I just slipped my hand up under my dress. You know that half of the time I don't wear any panties at school. I always leave the house with them on, just in case my mother checks, but I take them off just as soon as I get to school. Makes it easy for one of the guys to slip me a quickie sometimes."
Getting a dreamy look in her eye from some apparent particular fond memory of having a quickie slipped to her, Sharon's voice trailed off for a moment. Deeply interested now, Janet brought her back to the present and insisted on knowing more. She couldn't help feeling a little hot herself at the thought of Sharon finger-fucking herself in class. She didn't doubt that it had happened though. Sharon was always doing something like that. Janet herself had never had enough nerve to. But that was one thing Sharon had. Nerve! With a capital N. She had done things in Janet's presence that Janet would never have believed had she not actually seen it. Knowing Sharon the way she did, there was absolutely nothing that she would put past her friend. She was a little nutty at time, but Janet sincerely liked her, and again insisted on knowing more about what had happened at school. She was fascinated.
"Oh, yes," Sharon murmured, bringing herself back from her dream world. "Well, like I was saying, that cute Mr. Simmons was talking about the way animals reproduce. I got hot. I knew there was no way anyone could see me. So, I just slipped my hand up under my dress and fingered myself. I had been doing it for a few minutes when he noticed what I was doing. I'm sure he saw me. The way he looked makes me sure. I don't know what it was but the thought that he was standing up there in the front of the class lecturing and at the same time watching me while I finger-fucked myself really turned me on. I spread my legs a little wider so that he could get a really good look. I could tell by his voice that he was watching. His cock got hard, too. I could see it bulging out in front. That even made me hotter."
"Well, anyway,I got so damned hot then that I really went to work on myself. I've kind of had a thing for him for a long time anyway. Sometimes, I even think about what it would be like having him fuck me. Bet he would be good. Too bad he is a teacher. If he was a student I would get the club to pledge him. Then I would fuck the son-of-a-bitch to death. No! First, I would make him get down on his knees and eat me. I would make him eat my pussy until he begged to fuck me. Then I would let him, but only let him put the head of his cock in. If he disobeyed me, I would make him bend over and stick a coke bottle up his ass. Then I would make him fuck himself in his own ass with it. Oh, shit. That makes me hot."
Her breath was coming hard now, and the fantasies she was having about the teacher had gotten her very hot. Her hand was gently rubbing her slit, and she glanced around quickly to pick out a handy candidate to scratch the itch she had created.
"Go on," Janet urged her friend. "You have got me hot just talking about it. I think he is cute, too. A lot more than just cute even. Motherfucker, but I wish one of the guys would come over here and fuck me right now. Where in the hell are they when a girl needs them? Really needs them.
Sharon laughed. The thought that Janet was actually wanting one of the boys to fuck her again, when she was going to wind up being fucked so much before the night was over that she would almost beg them not to do it anymore, amused her. But the itch in her own cunt wasn't a bit funny. Just then, she spotted Kenny coming into the room from upstairs. He had the freshly-developed pictures in his hands. She motioned him over.
As he approached them, Sharon quickly whispered to Janet that she was going to get him to fuck both of them. She confessed that she was already so hot that she had come from just rubbing her slit through her panties. She promised to tell him to do something for Janet also, as soon as she herself had been relieved.
He would still have a good hard-on, and besides, it would be fun having him fuck them both at the same time. Grinning a mischievous grin, she said, "But you will get the best part of the deal. He will last longer on you and shoot more come in you. That always turns me on. I like to feel a boy shoot his come in me."
"Me, too," Janet quickly agreed.
Just then Kenny walked up to them, unaware of what the girls had in mind. Smiling broadly, he handed a handful of the still-damp prints to Sharon and another batch to Janet. "They really came out good," he said with real pride. "Some of the best yet. You are really photogenic." The last was directed at Janet, and she smiled.
"Thanks," she replied absent-mindedly. But the pictures with her were good, and they consumed most of her interest. The ones she happened to be looking at showed her sucking Ron's cock the first time. The clarity of the photograph was amazing. Every hair around Ron's big prick stood out sharply. Janet's eyes were closed, but the look of sublime pleasure on her face was almost embarrassing to Janet. No one, but absolutely no one, who would ever look at that picture could doubt for one minute that she had been having the time of her life. The old uneasiness touched her again. She couldn't help feeling that danger was there, and she wished the pictures had not been taken.
In spite of her feelings of apprehension, however, Janet quickly flipped through the rest of the prints in her hand. Everyone was almost a masterpiece in photography. She could readily see why the club had made Kenny the official photographer. He was really good.
When she came to the one showing her on her knees before the inadequately-hung Jimmy, she couldn't help a stifled laugh. Seeing that Kenny had brought the pictures down from the darkroom, several of the others had crowded around, anxious to see themselves preserved for posterity. As the boys looked over them, they would give loud whoos of hilarity as they came to a picture of themselves. Looking lustily at Janet, perhaps remembering the degree of pleasure that she had given them just at the moment the shutter flashed, their eyes unmistakably told her that they would certainly be back for more.
Sharon in the meantime had pulled Kenny off to the side and Janet could see her massaging the boy's cock through his pants. He didn't need much prodding though, and they were both soon locked together, his prick buried deep inside her. She was pushing up at him frantically. So loud was their lovemaking that many of the people gathered around Janet had turned to watch, and a few were shouting words of encouragement to the couple. They either didn't hear them or just ignored them. They were too busy to be bothered.
Sharon had been right about the degree of her heat, and it took only a short time before she was shouting her release. Janet, watching her friend being satisfied, felt the urge within her rising sharply. She hoped her friend would not forget her promise to ask Kenny to do something for her when he was finished. But she need not have-worried. Watching what was going on had turned on several of the boys assembled around her. She felt someone touching her arm, and looking up at the serious, desire-laden face of Steve. Remembering what a good fucking he had already given her, she didn't hesitate before lying down on the mattress and opening herself to him. They had to push a few of the people out of their eager way. Loud shouts of make-believe protest were heard, then the recently dispossessed people fell silent as they watched Steve produce his hard cock and immediately plunge it into Janet's waiting cunt.
At once, both began to pitch and heave wildly. Caught up in the heat of their passions, they ignored everything about them, and concentrated only on satisfying the inner cravings that gnawed incessantly at their innards.
Janet, like Sharon, had been brought up to such a fever pitch of excitement by the thought of the young, good-looking teacher at school that she came almost immediately. Heaving herself against Steve frantically, she poured out her juices with loud cries of passion. The rapidity with which she had reached her climax aided Steve in reaching his also. No sooner had Janet announced her flow then he felt his own seed reaching the boiling point. Harder and harder he plunged into the willing warmth below him. Putting his hands under her hips, he pulled her into himself as much as he could. Then, explode he did, time after time, lunging into her.
Feeling his come spurting inside of her, Janet again felt a faint flowing of love cream from herself. Gladly she raised her ass to meet each frenzied stab he made at her. Feeling stream after steam of his hot fluid jetting into her, she moaned her appreciation. At the same time, she called on him to fuck her still more and harder. Happily Steve attempted doing just that. The power with which he thrust his rod into her increased, until finally, spent, he plunged firmly into her one last time. Then he lay still, trembling, and letting the vestiges of his recent lust subside.
Another cheer went up. Insisting that Steve relinquish his place of honor, Johnny stepped forward and already had his hard organ in view. Smiling at him, Steve pulled away from Janet. But not before giving a long hard kiss on the lips, and promising to be back later for more.
No sooner had Steve pulled out, than Johnny roughly shoved his swollen member into Janet's pussy. He was hot. Hotter than he had been the first time. Janet wrapped herself around her new paramour with a purpose and fucked back at him as harshly as she could. As hot as Johnny was, it only took him a few minutes before he, too, squirted his seed inside her, grunting loudly all the while. After he had finished, there was still another and another to take his place. Happily, Janet satisfied all that came along, experiencing still twice more the sweet, delicious feeling of her own come racing through her pussy. By now she had come so much, and had had so much come shot into her, that she heard a sucking sound each time a new boy would ram his stump into her. But she didn't care. She was having too much fun to worry about such things.
As the seemingly endless street of fuck partners fell on top of her, Janet began to feel a slight touchiness to her pussy. She calculated that she had been fucked at least twenty times so far. That didn't include the number of times her mouth had been full of cock either. Knowing that she still had such a long time to go, Janet began easing off slightly on the ardor with which she fucked back. If she didn't slow down, she knew that she wouldn't last the whole night. Sharon had been right. It did get a little tiresome.
Janet saw that many of the others had not waited for her to finish. Already to the breaking point with their own passions, they had gone to one of the other girls and gotten satisfaction. She was glad in a way. The more the other girls fucked them, the less she would have to take. Besides, there were already two more waiting for her to finish with the one on her now. They waited patiently, their cocks ready. She caught a glimpse of Kenny, his trusty camera at work again. But he wasn't just shooting pictures of her. He was also getting some damned good shots of the others. Sweet shit, she thought to herself. This thing has turned into a fucking orgy.
After that, and what seemed like a lifetime, literally, the last of the boys finished fucking her now-tingling hole, and withdrew a limp cock. She sighed a sigh of deep relief when she realized that for once, there was not another waiting to take this place. She was thankful for the breather. Since Johnny had first fucked her the second time around, she had been getting fucked constantly for almost two hours. She was astonished to find that it was already three in the morning. Only four more hours to go, she thought. Only four little hours and it would all be over with. She could hardly wait. The discomfort in her pussy was becoming more noticeable now, and she hoped the boys had enough fucking, at least for a little while. She would be ready again soon though.
Spying Sharon on the couch with Big Bob banging away at her widely-spread legs, she hoped that her friend was doing a little politicking for her. Maybe, just maybe, he might be persuaded to accidentally forget to fuck her in the ass again. She became aware that most of the pain had suddenly disappeared from her rear, and she wasn't particularly eager to have it returned again. Even if Sharon were unable to accomplish that, from the way Big Bob was banging away at her, he just might find himself so worn out that he would be unable to fuck her asshole again. She crossed her fingers and uttered a fervent wish that this would be the case.
Soon afterwards, almost as if by a signal, all the loving couples finished what they were doing. They could then be seen in small groups talking and laughing. Most of them were drinking from glasses full of the amber liquid. Janet could almost taste it herself, and desired a good stiff drink more than anything else in the world. It had been quite some time since she had one. Looking around, she finally attracted the attention of Jimmy. Neatly motioning him over, she made known her searing thirst. Jimmy left, and was soon back with a glass brimming over with straight whiskey. Janet drank deeply of it, then smiled her appreciation to Jimmy. The lad smiled back, happy that he could have helped her. Then, he sat beside her and looked at the rest of the group. They didn't talk, and Janet sipped at her drink.
Just then Ron called for the attention of the group. He quickly reminded everyone that the girls hadn't voted on Janet yet. The vote having been forgotten in the heat of things. However, Karen had reminded both him and Velma of it.
"Alright," he began. "Us guys have already voted, and as everyone knows, we accepted Janet. But, under the rules, since she got at least one no vote, it is necessary now for the girls to vote on her, too. The rules are the same. No more than two no-votes. If she gets more than two, then the guys have the chance to vote again, and override the girls. But she would have to get an unanimous vote for that. If she doesn't, well, that would mean that she was rejected, and. . " he paused then for effect. "And, since I'm sure that none of us want that to happen, how about you girls getting it over with and voting now. Alright?"
There were murmurs of approval all around, and then Velma, the girls' leader, stepped into the middle of the room. Calling over the noise for silence, she announced that the girls would vote now. However, before she could call the first name, she was interrupted by Karen.
"Hold it just a minute, Velma. Janet is a pledge, right? Under the rules, if we have to vote, she must go through some sort of initiation with us, too, right?"
Noncommittally, Velma nodded her head, waiting for Karen to go on.
"Well, I think it is only absolutely fair that we have the initiation first, before we vote. After all, we all had to go through it, didn't we? What is the matter? Is she too good to go through the same things we had to? This some kind of special deal, or something?
Karen's words struck home to most of the girls there. It was true that each and everyone of them had to go through some sort of ritual before they had been accepted. While most of them would probably have let the thing slip by, had they not been reminded by Karen, now that their thoughts were on their own initiations, they weren't in the mood to let it slip by that easily.
Seeing that Karen had indeed scored a good point, and knowing there was no way that she could gracefully get out of it, Janet decided that she would nip her little backstabbing attempt right in the bud. Rising to her feet, and not being sure if it were proper for her to speak out or not, she did so anyway. "Karen is right," she called out loudly, startling everyone. "What am I? Some kind of privileged character or something. Besides, I will feel like I have been cheated or something if I miss out on anything. After all, a girl only gets one initiation, right? I'm entitled to the full treatment, and I want it."
Janet, having said her piece, immediately sat down. From the looks the other girls were giving her, she knew that she had done the right thing. She had completely won them over to her side, and had made Karen look like shit. They respected her for not trying to get around something, and go through her initiation the easy way. Even though Janet would have to go through some kind of deal, she was sure that none of them would be hard on her. Janet's eyes caught Sharon's, and the look her friend gave her more than convinced her that she had done just the right thing. Sharon winked at her.
"Good girl, Janet," one of the guys called out, and that was soon followed by more and louder shouts of approval for her gumption. Karen obviously wasn't happy about the new twist, however. She had tried to discredit Janet, and had the tables neatly turned on her. She realized that she had been made to look like an ass, and a troublemaker. She glared at Janet, still seated on the mattress. Janet smiled back at her coyly, outwardly showing nothing of the self-satisfaction she felt. Janet didn't care what the girl did to her when her turn came, she would hold up under it. hold up under it. Again calling for attention, Velma said, "Well, I guess that settles it then. Karen has called for an initiation rite, and the pledge has said she wants it." Smiling, she mockingly bowed from the waist to Janet before saying, "Okay, let's give it to her. Who wants to go first?"
Although Janet had half-expected Karen to leap at the chance, she saw that that wasn't her plan after all. She just stood silently as one of the other girls stepped forward and volunteered. Her name was Jo Ann. As far as Janet knew, she had nothing against her, so there was no reason for Janet to be concerned. Jo Ann quickly walked over to her and then stood there pondering what to have her do. Finally, shrugging her shoulders, she ordered Janet to get on her all fours. After Janet had assumed the ordered position, Jo Ann quickly slapped her on the buttocks. Surprised, Janet let out a startled little grunt. But immediately after having delivered the not-too-hard swat, JoAnn stepped back and announced that she was through with her part of the initiation. She smiled at Janet. "Alright, who's next?" questioned Velma. In rapid succession, three more girls stepped forward and delivered much the same kind of popping blows on Janet's naked ass, many of them cupping their hands so that the swat sounded a lot louder than it felt. This was going to be a cinch, Janet reflected, genuinely grateful to the girls. Then her gaze caught Karen's face. She knew that while the rest of the girls would go lightly on her, she could depend on something pretty shitty from her adversary.
Just then a little blonde girl that Janet recognized as Susan stepped forward and while some of the others continued to give her ass token attention, knelt in front of her. Smiling, she spoke to Janet, almost apologetically. "Gee, Janet," she stammered. "I don't want you to think there is anything personal in what I'm going to have you do. I like you a lot, and you have got my vote for sure. But there is one thing that really turns me on, and an initiation night is just too good a chance for me to pass up. Please don't get mad at me, and hold a grudge or anything." The sincere way in which Susan had sounded touched Janet. She didn't know what the girl had in mind, but she couldn't help feeling that it wouldn't be too bad.
Besides, even if it were really raunchy, there really wasn't much she could do about it. She was a pledge, and Susan could make her do anything she wanted. But it did help to know that the girl would be acting under motives other than dislike. Janet was sure she wouldn't hold whatever it was against Susan. By now, three more girls had delivered light paddling to her exposed rear end. Finally, Susan stepped forward and told Janet to get up on her knees. Janet did as she was told, curious now as to what the pretty blonde girl had in mind. She almost couldn't believe her ears when the attractive girl pulled her dress up and exposed her cute little blonde cunt. Then, Susan stepped forward, her pussy directly in line with Janet's mouth. At once Janet realized what the girl had in mind. She felt a certain revulsion sweep over her, and was unable to control it completely. She had never dreamed that she would be asked to eat pussy.
"Alright, pledge," Susan said. "Eat me. Lick my cunt."
Janet looked up at her. She heard several tittering snickers coming from some of those watching, and realized that they were just as interested in watching what she was doing as they had been in watching her suck and fuck all the others. Resigned to her fate, and harboring a little resentment toward the blonde girl who had ordered her to do the unpleasant thing, she leaned forward reluctantly.
As the slightly, sweet, smell of pussy meat reached her nostrils, she lost a little of her feelings of distaste for her task. She had never even though about doing this before, but for that matter she had never sucked cock before either. Remembering that she had been pleasantly surprised to find that she liked the taste of a good hard prick in her mouth, she couldn't help wondering if she just might not find eating pussy enjoyable too.
The blonde girl had spread her legs a little further apart when Janet had leaned forward, and the soft pink folds of her cunt were visible to Janet now. She saw that the lips of Susan's cunt were already swollen, and this caused them to pucker out a little. She stuck out her tongue, and taking a deep breath, let the tip of it touch one of the gorged cunt lips. A barely perceptible moan came from the girl, and Janet saw her spread her feet a little further.
The slightly ironish taste of the pussy reached Janet's taste buds, causing mixed emotions in her. While she didn't exactly find the taste completely unpleasant, the thought of what she was doing couldn't stop her from being unable to like it either. Once she had started, however, Janet proceeded with her task rapidly. She was in a hurry to get it over with. Letting her tongue brush lightly up and down the exposed slit, she watched fascinated as Susan arched her hips out to more fully meet the exploring tip of Janet's tongue. Still watching Susan's cunt, she saw the lips become more and more full, causing the inner pinkness of the girl's cunt to become more visible to the girl licking it.
Becoming really interested now in what was happening, Janet let her tongue probe a little deeper into the inner recesses of the hole. She wasn't surprised at the heat of the living flesh she was caressing, but what did surprise her the most, was that the deeper her tongue went into the cunt, the sweeter the meat became. It was fantastic. It seemed to lose some of its irony taste once she got past the lips, and take on a kind of beefy, wet taste. Not finding this in the least bit bad, Janet let her tongue sink to its full length in the now-fully presented cunt. She was rewarded with a deep, long, low moan of desire from Susan, who shoved her hips forward as much as she could to get the tongue deeper into her.
Janet had never had her cunt eaten before. She had often heard some of the girls talking about getting eaten, and once she had almost asked a boy with her if he would do it, but she had been afraid to. But from the sound of passion coming now in a steady stream from the girl frantically rotating her hips into Janet's face, Janet vowed that at the very next opportunity she had, she would have it done to herself. If Susan was getting this much pleasure from it, it must really have some good points. In fact, the fervid sounds Susan was making actually began having an effect on Janet. She was getting a bit hot herself. This astonished the girl.
Janet was by now he king and sucking at Susan's pussy lustily. Her tongue found Susan's swollen clit. When the tip of it touched the miniature prick, she felt Susan put both her hands on her head and pull her face more fully into her cunt. In order to do so, she had to let go of her skirt, and the garment fell down over Janet's face. Immediately, there were several shouts of disapproval from those watching for having their view obstructed.
"Hey!" someone shouted. "Someone hold her dress up. I wanna see this." Several others agreed vehemently.
"Jimmy," Janet heard one of the girls shout. "You do it. And be sure to watch closely. You can learn how it's done." This brought forth giggles from the other girls. From the corner of her eye, Janet saw Jimmy's legs come into view, and then felt the obstructing garment lifted from her head, letting what she was doing be clearly seen again. She did her best to ignore everyone, however, concentrating solely on the task at hand.
By now Janet had lost her acute embarrassment that she had felt when first ordered to do what she was apparently, if Susan's reactions were any indicator, doing very well. The girl was helplessly gyrating her hips into Janet's face with unhidden passion. Moaning loudly, Janet knew that the girl couldn't last much longer without flowing her juices in her mouth. She couldn't help wondering how it would taste. Would it be like man-come? Sort of starchy and salty-tasting? Or, would it taste more like the tissues that released it, sweet and milky. Just then she heard Susan shout the news that she was ready to come. Janet increased her efforts, knowing that that was the only way she was going to find out the answer to her question. And the way Susan was carrying on, it wouldn't be long.
Bending her knees, and thrusting her cunt still more frantically forward into Janet's mouth, while at the same time pulling Janet's head in as hard as she could, Susan came. Janet was amazed to find that instead of spurting out in a jet stream like man-come, Susan's pussy nectar flowed from all sides at once. She could feel it accumulating in her mouth then. It did taste sweet. Her lips sucked noisily at Susan's hard, rubbery clit, and at the same time she drank in her passion milk thirstily. Janet couldn't understand why, but the sounds of total sexuality that the blonde girl was making had gotten her so hot that she thought she might come herself. She wanted the girl to come still more, and was doing her best to bring the desired results to reality.
As Susan began pouring her love cream out into Janet's mouth the assembled group let out a loud cheer, just as they had done when the boys had announced that they were coming in Janet. The fact that it was girl-come this time instead of boy-come, didn't seem to matter.
Susan, however, didn't hear it. She was lost somewhere in the endless reaches of space, that had made itself known to her for a split second, as the thin line between life and death had met. Her face was contorted almost as if she were in pain, which indeed she was. But it was a pain so exquisite that she would have loved to feel it for the rest of her life, knowing full well that if she did, it would ultimately drive her completely insane with happiness. She couldn't have cared less at that moment, however, because it would have been the most beautiful way in the world to go out of one's mind.
There was something about having her cunt-lapped that had always excited Susan. No man, no matter how accomplished he might be could give her the same feeling she got from having a woman eat her pussy. She would always remember the woman who had lived upstairs above the apartment they had used to live in when she was younger. She had introduced Susan to the joys of having her little cunt teased by a hot tongue. Susan had been only twelve at the time, but she could still clearly remember the haunting sensations that had screamed their way through her brain that first time the woman had dipped her educated tongue into her cunt for the first time. It had been the greatest thing ever to happen to her.
After that, frightened by what had taken place inside of her, Susan had stayed away from the woman for two days. It had been the first time she had experienced the wonderful feeling of coming also, and the girl was still uncertain about the experience. Finally, her little pussy had begun to itch unbearably, and she had rushed home from school one day, and without even bothering to go to her own apartment, had rung the ladies' doorbell. When the woman had opened the door and seen the blonde girl standing there with her head bowed slightly, she had only smiled a knowing smile. Pulling Susan to her, she had closed the door gently. That afternoon had been the most wonderful comprehension Susan had ever known in her short lifetime.
The two of them had stayed together in the woman's apartment until way after dark. Susan had caught nine-thirty brands of hell when she had finally gone home. Her mother had been worried frantic by her unexpected absence, and had even called the cops to report her as missing. Fearing that her mother would stop her from ever going back if she had told where she had spent the day, Susan lied about what she had been doing, and instead said she had been playing at the school playground, and had forgotten about the time. She had gotten a spanking then, but the warm memories of the things that had happened to her in the apartment above theirs only a short time before, had allowed her to barely feel the stinging blows. She just kept remembering the joy she had known.
As the last burning wave of desire drained from her body, Susan began to return to reality. She was always a little embarrassed first thing after reaching her climax. She knew that she did it with such zealousness. Everyone watching her made her blush, especially at an initiation. Susan had frequently sworn to herself that she wouldn't do it again in front of others, but once she began feeling her needs boiling inside of her, and the opportunity of being able to have them satisfied so conveniently presented itself, she always capitulated. Susan just couldn't control the burning cravings that seared her very being. She was a prisoner of her own lust.