Chapter 5

TEEN-AGED SEX CLUBS

The tendency for teen-agers to band together, and to give each other knowledge and courage-along with their interest in sexuality and in experimenting as extensively as possible-frequently leads to the formation of teen-aged sex clubs. They are well-structured organizations, much tighter than the gang, and some of them become very elaborate. The psychological need for ritual comes into play again, and a keen sense of drama that is common in the imaginative minds of the young. These teen-aged sex clubs frequently become even more elaborate and ritualistic than the most pretentious religious practices; some have all of the qualities of a theatrical production.

As with the gang, the teen-aged sex club generally grows from out of the mind and leadership of a strong personality-and one who has a keen interest in sex whether he or she has previously had the courage to utilize it or not. It is the gathering together of youngsters with mutual interests, another example of birds of a feather flocking together, and a definite means of motivation and stimulation. It is a group of youngsters experimenting with sexuality in a way that has definite appeal to them-and in a way, for many, that would not otherwise be available to them.

These teen-aged sex clubs, like lodges and other organizations, have a definite meeting place, and are scheduled. Just as an adult might go to the Elks' or the Masonic Lodge on a certain night of the month, so do these teenagers gather for their meeting.

Ron P. was sixteen years old when he was invited to join a teen-aged sex club. His account of the approach, the initiation, and the club activities themselves may give us insight into this increasingly common teen-aged practice:

Freshmen and sophomores use one side of the gym, juniors and seniors use the other side. I guess the idea is to group kids by age so that their ideas and their equipment are all about the same. Anyway, this kid Jimmy usually had the shower next to me after gym class, our lockers were next to each other, and we had become sort of pals. We were both sophomores, and we were both-I guess we couldn't help but notice-hung a little better than most of the other kids. I mean, we had developed faster in the equipment department.

One day Jimmy said to me, "You know that toilet across from the science room? Well, between the next two classes go in there and take a leak."

I thought he was nuts or something, but he insisted on it and wouldn't tell me what it was about. Well, I was curious enough that I did what he said. I went in that can, stood at a urinal, and hauled my prick out. A couple of seconds later the door opened and this senior, Brad Watson, came in. He's a guy that looks like a movie star and he's got a real good body, plus he's on the basketball team, so every body knows him. Anyway, he stands at the urinal next to me, hauls his whang out, then looks down at mine. "You got a hunk of meat on you there," he said. "How big does it get when it gets hard?"

I'm sort of sensitive, both to touch and thought, so I didn't even have to answer him; just having him looking at it and saying that, the damn thing started stretching out and swelling. I tried to hide it with my hand, but he reached out and pulled my hand away. He shook his head. "Jimmy was right," he said. "I'll be by your place this evening, okay?"

He has a car and he came by. Said he wanted us to take a little ride. I was really going nuts trying to figure it out; I had been, all afternoon. Anyway, after we'd gotten going he comes right out with, "You ever had a piece of tail?"

I swallowed and felt my face turning red. The truth is, I'd thought about it a lot, but the best I'd done up to that point was a little handwork. And my old prick was hard enough right then that I could have gone after it again! He laughed, then he said that Jimmy had been right again. "You're an innocent little virgin, aren't you, Ronnie-boy? Well, Daddy Brad is going to set you straight on sex; he's going to give you the facts of life."

We went to his place. He's really got it made. His folks have this nice house, but there's a big room attached to the garage in back, and Brad's fixed that into his room. It's really something. But I didn't have a lot of time to look around the room. He sat me down and he started talking all about sex, telling it as if I didn't know a single thing about it, then he hauled out some pictures. Man, my eyes almost fell out. Guys with hard-ons were fucking girls, either in the cunt or the mouth; in some of them three or four people were doing different things together. Boy, my prick was really hard now; I guess it was bigger than it had ever gotten. His was, too, and he didn't try to hide it.

But then he told me. They had this club, and the only guys who were allowed in were guys who had big pricks and could keep their mouths shut. That's why I'd gotten nominated, because Jimmy had promised I could keep still and Brad had checked out my prick and found it okay. They met one Saturday night a month, the Saturday night coming up, and it was a sex for fun thing. That's all he told me. But then he said that it was time for my initiation, which was also a guarantee that I wouldn't blabber. A guy who's sucked another guy off can't shoot his mouth off. He stripped, and along with a nice body he really did have a big piece of meat. He laid on the bed on his back, spread his legs, and called me up between them. I didn't want to go, but ... well, I guess I was afraid not to, I don't know. And I was ... I was thinking about all he had said. So I did what he said. Got hold of his big cock at the base, held it straight while I took the swollen head in my mouth and started sucking on it; then he reached out, grabbed hold of my head and pushed it down. His big old shaft really spread my mouth; the head went to the back and halfway down my throat. It damned near choked me. "Suck it, Ronnie-boy," he said, "give me a good blowjob!"

I guess you somehow automatically know how to do those things, because the first thing I knew I was running my mouth up and down on it with no trouble, except that it was so damned big my mouth got tired awful fast, then he started humping his hips. Shoving his big cock up each time I went down on it. Then he gasped, mumbled, "Oh, shit, oh, shit!" and I felt his come shooting into my mouth. He had hold of my head again; I almost choked but I had to swallow it. His cock was so big it brought tears to my eyes. Finally, still holding my head with his cock going limp in my mouth, he began to relax. Then he said, "You're initiated, Ronnie-boy! You're in the club. Saturday night you'll have your turn for fun!"

I was all mixed up the rest of the week. One minute I was all antsy-pantsy about going, even getting a hard-on from thinking about it, but the next minute I'd get scared. But Jimmy, knowing that I had been initiated, made it a lot easier; he kept telling me that he wouldn't tell me what was going to happen, but it would be the greatest! Then Saturday night came and he came by my house for me.

The meeting was held in Brad's room. It looked dark from the outside when we got there, but Jimmy gave a signal and the door was opened. I could right away see why it was dark looking; the only light was from about five candles set around. Brad was stark naked, his big cock hanging like a giant wiener between his legs. Another boy was naked, too, lying on some pads that Brad had spread out on the floor; he had a huge hard-on and didn't bother to hide it. That helped me a little, because my old prick was already standing at attention, fighting to get out of my pants-which it did, because the routine is for you to undress as soon as you enter the room. So I undressed and then half-hid in a corner, sort of hoping that I could spend the evening there.

Someone else gave the signal and Brad let them in. Another guy, and he stripped right away, too. I could see what Brad had meant: everyone who came in was well hung, heavier than most of the kids I'd seen. A couple of them had balls almost halfway down to their knees once they were freed from their shorts, and pricks that either stuck out a foot in front of them or half-way up their belly.

Well, not quite that big, but they were all pretty big!

There were finally about eight guys there, some with hard-ons, some with half-hard-ons, all of them flopping around. I was beginning to get the idea that this was going to be a jacking-off party, or something like that-a let's-play-with-each-other's-meat club. Then the signal came again, and two girls came in. They were real sharp ones, a couple of nice blondes I'd seen around campus. The big-titted kind, beautiful asses, the works. They glanced around as if this was an every-day occurrence, seeing a bunch of guys lying around naked, seeing cocks in all states of hardness. Then they started stripping. Man, my eyes damn near popped out again. I almost went cross-eyed looking from one to another. Those beautiful big tits coming into view, falling down on their chests once they got their brassieres off, all the whitish-pinkish flesh. Beautiful behinds, hips, and then pussies-and that was the first time I'd seen pussy with hair on it-I mean, when I was little I'd looked at little girls, but those were only slits-these were nice big mounds with deep rivers running through them, covered over by forests of blond curly hair. My old prick started jumping back and forth, just dying to get into one of them!

More girls arrived, more of the same. They, too, had been picked for their looks and their abilities to keep their mouths shut about what went on-and, obviously, because they were interested in sex. Man, you've never seen so much beautiful stuff! I guess it was just about all the best-looking, best-equipped girls and boys in the school. I just about went out of my mind seeing all those lovely tits, all that cunt!

It got down to where there were eight boys and six girls, then there was the final signal. Two more girls came in-but one, I noticed, gasped, sort of fell back and ... well, she was obviously new-seeing all that meat just about threw her for a loop! She was a little younger, too, about my age-because, you see, most of them were seventeen and eighteen. Well, the one girl coaxed the other and finally the two of them were undressed, and I'll have to admit that I kind of watched the one with special interest because she was nearer my own age. And she was something! She might have been younger, but she still held her own with the rest. Her tits were nice ones, sort of half-rounded at the bottom, the nipple set right at the end, then sloping upward. Nice, full hips, a narrow waist, and lovely, lovely cunt set between her nice white thighs.

"All right," Brad began when everyone was sprawled around-the girls on the mats with the boys-"we've got a little treat for tonight's meeting. Jimmy got us a new member who's never had a girl, and Julie brought a new member who's never had a boy. We're going to get to see a kid use his cock the right way for the first time-we're going to get to see him get a cherry! Honey"-he smiled down at the girl-"you're going to lose your maidenhead tonight!"

There was a mat right in the middle of the floor. The girl named Julie took the girl she'd brought in and got her laid down on it, then she started working on her. "As you know," Brad sort of narrated, "it is up to the member who brings a new member to get that person ready for the love feast. Julie, you do that. I don't think from the looks of things that Jimmy has to worry about his buddy!"

Julie straddled the girl, her own tits something to see, her own cunt something to look at the way it spread open a little from straddling. She took the girl's tits in her hands and gently massaged them, tweaked the nipples until they were standing out real hard. Then she moved her buttocks down, and slid her hands gently down the girl's body. She started massaging between her legs, playing with her cunt, massaging it, spreading it, massaging it more. "Now," she said, "I'm going to get you a little oily inside so when he sticks his prick in it won't hurt too much." With that she buried her head in the girl's crotch and started working her cunt with her mouth. Stiffened her tongue out and ran it up and down that sweet valley, then stuck it inside, worked it in and out a few times, swirled it around. She pulled her head away, licking her lips and smiling. "She's oiled!" she said proudly.

I hated like hell having all of them watching, but with Jimmy's insistence I finally went over to the pad. Obeying orders from Brad, I straddled the girl's legs, still standing up, so that she could see what she was going to get. Then Brad told her what to do; she got to her knees, took my balls in one hand and started sucking on my cock. That felt terrific, I can tell you! But he wisely didn't let it go on too long; he told her to lie down again, then he told me to lie down with her and do what came naturally. I laid down beside her, took her in my arms, and in a couple of seconds I had almost forgotten the rest of them watching. I kissed her, and she kissed back, our tongues busy in each other's mouth, and I felt all around her back and buttocks, then I pushed her body away a little and played with her tits a bit, ran my hands down to her pussy. Brad had been right, it all came natural-I just somehow knew what to do. I finally got her rolled over on her back, kissed her tits a little, than reached down and got my cock pulled up right. I got the tip right to the mouth of her pussy, and someone said excitedly, "Oh, oh, she's gonna lose her cherry now!"

I eased the head in, she wiggled a little, and it was a warm, nice feeling. I fucked a little, letting her get the feel of that, and she liked it; she spread her legs a little more, giving me plenty of room. I got it in another inch or so, then I felt the head touch up against something-and that, I figured, was the maidenhead Brad had talked about. She felt it, too; she stiffened a little. Julie called out, "Stick it in fast! Shove it all the way in fast, break through that barrier good, get her cherry!"

I obeyed. I shoved the full length of my prick into her, like a guy jamming a knife into a sheath. She let out a little scream and raised up off the floor, and I felt a wetness all around my prick. But Julie yelled out again, "Keep fucking, now's the time to keep fucking, let her have it! Let her get the good feeling of it, she'll forget it hurt!"

I did. My ass was pumping up in the air something wild as I thrust the full length of my prick into her, slid it out, then drove it home again. And Julie had been right; the girl began enjoying it, too. Our lips met, our tongues worked, and she was thrusting her little cunt up to receive my big prick each time I offered it to her. We fucked ourselves to one hell of a climax! "Beautiful! Beautiful!" Julie cried out.

"Great!" Brad commended. "You did a good job there, boy, you're a full-fledged fucker now!" Then he said, "Okay, you members take care of our new members." Jimmy stepped forward, Julie stepped forward. I rolled off the girl, onto my back. Jimmy went down between the girl's legs, Julie went down between mine, and they used their tongues like cat tongues, cleaning our organs. Mine had gone limp, but it still felt good to have her lick it, take it in her mouth and run her mouth up and down on it a couple of times.

That done, the meeting was ready to get back to what it would have been if we hadn't been there-and to what it was from then on, on meeting nights..

Brad had put a long playing tape on his tape recorder-nice music. Now he brought out a bowl that had a bunch of slips of paper in it. Each girl drew a slip, and that was the boy she was paired off with. The one she started with. So it was a boy and a girl on each mat, and they went right at it. Kissing, tit-kissing and sucking, cunt-lapping, cock-sucking, you name it, it was going on! Guys mounted girls, screwed. Then the song ended, and the girls moved. Each went to a different boy, and the action started again. I'd gotten hard again, I was going at it with each girl as she came to me-loving, kissing, eating pussy and getting eaten. The music changed again, the girls moved. It kept up like that, but every once in a while you could hear some guy going out of his mind as he shot off, or some girl gasping as the juice squeezed out of her pussy and ran down her leg. But they still kept going, some of the guys shot four or five times or more, some of the girls, too. Man, you've never seen so many different ways of having sex. Some of the boys even got carried away, they'd reach over and suck another guy's cock a little, and some of girls went down on each other. It was pretty wild, and it went on until the tape ended. And there was no arguing with that, it was a rule. When the music stopped, whoever you were with, you fell apart. So there were sixteen kids, eight boys and eight girls, sprawled all over that room, limp-cocked (or a guy finishing himself off by hand so it could go limp), tired pussies, tits red from being sucked on.

The party was over, and Brad was strict about that. He said we had to get home, to keep anyone from getting suspicious. So we dressed, and then one by one, or two by two, quietly left. But we meet once a month-unless somebody gets especially horny in between times and calls for a special meeting-and we go through that routine every time.

It's really great, honest. And we're ... well, sort of secret pals on campus. You pass a girl you've screwed with, eaten, one who's sucked your cock, you smile at each other and go on. You pass a boy who's been in on it, the same thing. Nobody else knows. We've got a good thing going, we're not going to let anything happen to it.

Of course that doesn't mean you can't have sex in between if you want, and if you want ... well, there's usually one of them who's willing. It's real nice. It sure beats having to track pussy down the way some of the kids at school do-sometimes without scoring at all. And it's a lot more fun doing all those different things, too. Man, you wouldn't believe the different ways you can have sex, the different positions you can get into. The only regret I have is that I'm one of those guys who can only come three or four times in an evening. Man, how I envy those guys who can pop time after time!

Milton S., an eighteen year old boy who looked not too unlike a Greek god, was a member of a teen-aged sex club. He was a tall boy, well-built, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong legs. Blond, blued-eyed, he had the peaceful expression of one of the gods who lived in contentment and maybe even hedonist pleasure on Mount Olympus. But he had a good mind, too, and a fertile imagination. He said:

I'd done a lot of sex stuff, you know. I started out pretty young and had a chance to do a lot of things. People just seemed to like me, they wanted to get me in bed-young people, older people, girls and boys, women and men. So by the time I was seventeen I had just about run the gamut.

I got interested in Greek mythology at one time, and there was one thing in particular that interest ed me. There were two gods that fascinated me: Priapus and Dionysus. They were gods of fertility, noted for their cocks, and worshipped for them. Then I heard about some clubs-they called themselves religions-that worshiped those gods today, so I got hold of some books and read up on them. Well, it sounded pretty good to me-not from the religious standpoint, but just as a chance to make sex a little more interesting.

I started out with one girl. Got her up to my room one time when my folks weren't home and started talking about all this stuff. She was sort of coy and pretending like she was interested in an intellectual sense, but she wasn't interested in sex. Well, I finally said I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out I was stripped naked-and my old Priapus, my cock, was standing out in front of me. I didn't know it then, but it was the first time this girl had ever seen a hard-on, and I guess she almost fainted. But I walked up between her legs, stuck my cock right in her face, and said, "There, don't you want to worship the Priapus-god?"

It was sort of kicky, but she finally kissed the end of my cock, right on the head, and I guess she liked the feel of it, because she slipped her mouth over the head and sucked on it a little. "Worship, baby!" I told her, because it was really feeling good. She started worshiping, all right! Slid her mouth down more, and she liked the feel of it; she started sliding her mouth up and down on me. Her hand came up between my legs and she was playing with my balls. That was fine, mighty fine, but a guy can only take so much of that! I figured she'd worshiped old Priapus up to the point where he needed to show her that he could be appreciative. I felt her up, squeezing her tits and all, running my hand up under her skirts to feel her pussy. I started to undress her, but she took over for herself, tearing her clothes off and throwing them around the room, then she flopped on her back, spread her legs and there was her lovely pussy just waiting for me. I climbed up over her, kissed her tits, sucked on the nipples, then got to her mouth and started my cock into her. God, it was tight; my old prick had to force its way through those lips, into that juicy cavern, but force its way it did! Then I cracked her, took her cherry, and slid the full thing to her. All nine inches right up into her belly! She went wild; her legs wrapped around mine and while I plunged she came after me. We really fucked ourselves up a lovely little business there!

"I got the idea from that, talked to some of my buddies, and we decided to give it a try. We pooled our resources, four of us, and rented a motel room one Saturday night, then we got four girls, got them a little tipsy, and took them to the room. We made them close their eyes, then we stripped down, and there were four hard cocks standing like soldiers at attention. We told the girls to open their eyes, and there was really some reaction, let me tell you! But I gave them the scoop, just the way I'd read it. A guy's prick was the greatest thing there way. In his nuts, just waiting to be sucked up and shot out through his cock was the seed of life. Having that seed of life, his prick was supposed to be worshiped. I guess I talked up a pretty good story, because in short order there were four girls on their knees worshiping four hard cocks with their mouths, playing with four sets of balls with their hands. Then, laid across the bed, there were four cocks showing four juicy little cunts their appreciation for having been worshiped!

Well, it went on from there, one thing leading to another, until finally it ended up the way it is today. You know how some schools have sororities and fraternities with names like Phi Beta Kappa and all that? Well, ours is W.G.P.-Worship Great Priapus. All our members have little pins with those initials on them, but nobody but us knows what it means. We've got fourteen members, and we meet once a month, rain or shine-in the family room of this kid's house whose parents conveniently take weekend trips once a month.

I started the group, so I'm big cheese. I get to the house first, and this kid has the place all set up. There's a couch there with no back on it, no arms; he pushes that out in the middle of the floor and covers it with a real nice bedspread. There's a table at the head of it, a big candelabrum on that. And incense burning. Well, I strip down and lay down on the couch, completely relaxed; then as each member arrives-the boys first-they strip and sit in a half-circle around the head of it. The girls arrive then; they come in one by one. First they stand in the doorway and take their clothes off, then they come forward, crawl up from the foot, and kiss my cock. Needless to say, after the first one does that I've got a hard-on, so from then on the kiss includes a slide down the whole shaft with their mouth, then back up, another kiss, a kiss to my balls. She climbs up over me then and rubs my cock up and down on her cunt, chanting, "Oh, bless me, great Priapus. Push through my gates and fuck me!" I grab her butt and pull her down on me, splitting her open with my cock, then I let her go. She goes then to find a Priapus in the circle, one she picks out for herself. She bends over and kisses his cock, sucks on it a few times, then gets her hands on his shoulder and pushes him back while she stretches out full length on him, titties crushed into his chest, his prick lying hard and swollen up along the full length of her cunt. The girls keep doing this until there's one lying on top of each boy, one on top of me, then I give a signal. "Worship!" I command.

The girls leap up, get between the boys' legs, and kiss all round there, sucking their balls and all, then they grab hold of their cocks, holding them at the base, and start sucking on them. I judge it by the feeling I'm getting from the girl sucking me off, and when the time is right I order: "Priapuses, show these emits that you appreciate their worship!"

The boys get the girls stretched out, I roll mine over on her back, and we all start in on them. Tittie-kissing, nipple-sucking, belly-kissing-we even eat a little cunt if we want, then finally we start kissing their mouths and ram our rods into them. But the boy has the right then to do what he wants-either to screw his way to a climax, or use some other method if he'd rather. The prick is always king! The great god!

Sometimes, for a little variety, couples will get together, or maybe even more than that. If I'm in the mood I invite one of the other couples up onto the couch with me and my cunt-and that's considered a real honor. This girl who has been invited back has to worship my prick again, then we get going on whatever bit we might decide on. Like maybe one guy eating pussy while the girl he's eating sucks off the other kid, while the other girl sucks off the guy who's having himself a meal. You know, just things for kicks, something to throw in a little spice.

After everybody had shot at least once-and I say that because some guys take a little longer, some other guys can pop two or three times in rapid succession-we go by pairs into the shower. The girl has to give the boy a bath, including soaping him all over, washing his cock and balls really carefully-and if he gets a hard-on from it and wants a blow job right there, she has to do it. Or maybe he'll want to screw her standing up in the shower. What ever the boy wants, that's it. Then when we're all showered we he around relaxing while the girls take their showers, then we're ready to start in again. We keep going until poor old Priapus is completely wilted.

Seventeen year old Sheila G. is a beautifully developed, attractive girl. She has long dark hair, equally long and dark eye lashes that cast shadows on her cheeks. Her breasts are such that men of all ages would find difficulty in not staring at them, and her hips well-rounded below a narrow waist. Firm buttocks, firm thighs, and beautifully shaped legs. She is a studious girl, generally very quiet, and except for her physical beauty one would scarcely think of her and sex together.

But Sheila and sex do go together. She is president of a small group of girls who call themselves, secretly, "The Dildoes." The name comes, of course, from the false penis, the masturbatory aid that some women use in lieu of a male. Elaboration of an idea has made the name of the club a misnomer. Sheila told how it developed:

I was sixteen, I'd had sex a few times with boys, but I was careful because my mother was the preachy type, strict, and scared half to death that I'd get pregnant. An aunt came to visit us; she is much younger than my mother, more nearly my own age, and she shared my room with me the two weeks she was there. We had always gotten along well, but this time-partially because we were sharing the room, and that included sharing the bed-we got even closer. And you know how women talk. We got confidential.

It started the first night, and I think it came partially because we were both very aware of each other's body. I'd been a little shocked when my aunt told me, as she undressed, that she hoped I didn't mind, but she slept in the nude. It did shock me. But when she talked about how good it felt and everything, I decided to try it. So we were in bed, talking, and then she was feeling my body. Massaging my breasts, rubbing her hand over my stomach and even feeling my pussy. Rather casual, you know, but enough to make my face burn with embarrassment. I was thankful that it was dark. Then she wanted to know about my sex life. When I was reticent, she told me about hers first. That she thoroughly enjoyed men, and she found all sorts of variations of sex interesting. She told me some of the kinds she had experienced, and I was dumbfounded!

Well, the next night it started again, the talk, the feeling, and this time I did a little feeling in return. She said that there was nothing wrong with people, even if they were of the same sex, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. I felt her breasts, which weren't as big as mine but were still big enough, her smooth skin, and her cunt. It was similar to mine, but the lips seemed to be a little more open-I had an idea that it had come from her having had more men in there than I had. And she seemed to have a thicker set of inner lips than mine. Anyway, a little while later she got out of bed. I could only see a vague shadow, but it seemed like she was fastening something around her hips. When she got back into bed she rolled toward me, took me in her arms, and I felt a huge something between my legs. It was a rubber cock, a dildo! I gasped. I ... I didn't know what to do. Well, she finally got me on my back, and she mounted me. Our tits were pressed together, our mouths merged, and she got that big thing up my cunt and was ramming it in and out of me. It was really rather exciting. Except for her tits against mine, it was almost like being with a boy.

She used her hips the same way, and as she drove that big thing in and out of me I felt the excitement growing. I finally creamed all over the place, gasping while she thrust it into me and stuck her tongue halfway down my throat.

We switched. I strapped the dildo around my waist, she got on her back, and I mounted her. Being the boy now, I fucked her to a climax, and she got as big a thrill out of it as I had. Well, I just had to have one of those things, and she promised to send me one after she'd gone home. We used that one every night while she was there. Then she was really great; she gave me that one and said that she would replace it for herself.

My own private prick, tucked safely in my dresser drawer, waiting for any time I wanted to use it! I would take it out some nights and stick it up in me, prod it around the way a boy does-even rub it between my legs, up against my rectum, and finally back in and thrust deep, working to a climax. But it wasn't quite the same-it's much nicer with another body there, with a mouth on yours, a tongue working with yours. I picked out this girl at school whom I liked, and who just happened to be a very attractive person. I worked up to the subject slowly, then invited her over to spend the night-and before the night was over we'd given each other three or four jolly dildo-fuckings. She was just as ape for it as I was. We got together frequently after that.

But it still wasn't the same, or maybe we'd just gotten used to it. Anyway, we introduced a third girl, and we took turns doing it to her-one strapping the dildo on and being the "boy." Then other things got involved, like one of us kissing the other two all over while they did that. Finally we decided that what we had actually discovered was that there can be a lot more fun out of sex when there are more than just two people involved.

The next step was a natural, I guess. I'd gone with this one boy a few times, I had had sex with him, and he was good looking and fairly well hung-so I set up a date with him. I guess he had ideas, because he knew that I had enjoyed screwing with him, but when he saw another girl along with me his face dropped in disappointment. Was he in for a surprise! When we finally got where we could do it, to his confusion we insisted that we all undress-but I'd kissed him up a little, groped him, he was , . hard as a rock, so he was willing to go along with anything. The three of us undressed, and we started in. I had remembered some of the things my aunt had told me, so I led the way. First each of us girls had to taste his cock, taking it into our mouths and sucking on it a while, and that about drove him wild. It was so kicky that we finally got him on his side, and she was with her head between his legs, sucking on his balls, while I was sucking his cock-and he was using his mouth and tongue on my cunt, which drove me sort of out of my mind at the same time. Of course, that made it even better. His liking to eat pussy, I mean. I straddled him so that he could keep his mouth going on me, and my girlfriend got herself in position over his prick, slid her pussy down over it. I leaned back, and she and I kissed while he fucked her, sucked me, and played with our tits at the same time. The three of us came at the same time, a beautifully beautiful feeling, then we sort of crumbled into a heap!

The next step was to introduce a second boy-but by that time the third girl we had brought in had listened to us and gone wild with wanting to get in on it. So this time there were five of us, and we really had ourselves a time. I don't think there was anything we didn't do. The boys really went for it; they suggested that we ought to do it more often, so we decided to form a club. That's what we did, us three girls, and because of the way it had started, we called ourselves the "Dildoes." The two boys kept coming back, and finally they brought a third one; then others, when they had told them about it, wanted in.

We worked out a plan. We all wanted to do it, but we knew that we had to be careful, not let any one in who'd spill the beans and get us in trouble. So us girls "initiated" any girls we thought we might want in. We had a sex scene with at least two girls there with the new one-and we gave the new one a royal fucking with my ever-faithful dildo. Then she had to screw each of us with it, and finally, while it was still moist from being up inside us, she had to suck it. By that time we figured she was prepared, so we took her to the next meeting with the boys.

The boys, meanwhile, had their own routine with boys who wanted in. They'd take them to a secluded area, and the boy would have to prove his willingness to participate in group activities like ours. First he had to strip naked and masturbate in front of the others, then he had to go down on each of them-or let one or two of them use his rectum. But they did it, looking forward to the promised rewards for doing it, and they were allowed at our next meeting.

It got sort of formal. I don't know, I guess people just like to do that-gussie a thing up. Anyway, we had this place where we met. The boys would show up and just strip down, none of them bashful any more because we'd seen their cocks in all conditions of hardness and softness, had them up in us, sucked on them, what not. But as each girl arrived she stripped slowly so that the boys could watch-because they said they never got tired of seeing pretty tits come into view, nice emits open up before their eyes. Then the girl took the dildo, stood in the center of the circle of boys, and shoved it up into herself. "Oh, I"want to fuck!" she sort of chanted, shoving the thing in and out a couple of times. Whatever boy wanted to would grab for her, pull the dildo out, and take her away. The next girl would step up, do the same thing, and eventually there'd be all those naked, writhing bodies, all that hot sex, people squirming around, kissing, loving, fucking, sucking cocks and getting screwed, all different kinds of things at once. It's really great, honest, and we get a kick because nobody knows it's going on. Heavens, if they knew ... !

So you see, from a simple introduction to a beautiful, fake prick, a really terrific club has grown. And we're really better off-we've leaned how to take care of ourselves, none of us will get pregnant. But we have all that wonderful variety of sex, all those different shaped and feeling pricks ... all the excitement and pleasure of our bodies. We run around purring with contentment, a lot happier with our total lives. And the boys ... well, they think it's great, too. And they're a big help, because they're real careful about who they let in. They make sure it's somebody who can give pleasure and take it ... in other words, guys with good builds, nice cocks, and the willingness and desire to be part of it all.

We noticed one thing, though. As time goes by there seems to be a tendency for certain ones to pair off more' and more-they like each other's sex preferences, and they like each other. As a matter-of-fact, two of the older couples ended up getting married. And they've told us that they think their marriage is a lot better because of it; they tried every kind of sex, there's no guessing about it, no secrets; now their own sex life is thoroughly satisfy ing. They use the usual way mostly, but when one of them wants a little variety, they can come right out and ask for it, the other isn't shocked. And if they want to come to one of our meetings once in a while, well, they know they're always welcome.