5 comments/ 28723 views/ 12 favorites WVC Ch. 09: Candidate Ceremony By: gupiao Once I arrived back at the dorm from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.8), I checked my e-mails, but there was nothing. Disappointed, and at something of a loss as to what to do, I unsnapped the leather cock strap, stuffed it in the plastic bag, and dropped it in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Robyn had said I'd be notified, so I guessed learning to be patient was part of the process. Still, it had been way too long since my last ejaculation and I was really frustrated. The next morning, Sunday March 1st, I found another e-mail had arrived, this one coming from the Psychology Department. WVC Ch. 09: Candidate Ceremony "Once more." Nodding, I took a deep breath and allowed her to guide my face back between her thighs, my tongue immediately sliding into her yielding pussy. As I alternated lapping at her moist lips and plunging my stiffened tongue between them, almost involuntarily, my hips started moving under the gentle caresses. And when the tender kisses turned into sloppy licks, I nearly lost it, my stiff cock twitching and jerking as it projected out underneath me. I suspected Mistress Shannon wouldn't take long to reach yet another orgasm since her hips were writhing in my grasp, and what flow there was from her gaping crevice was already drooling into my mouth. Accelerating my rhythm, I drove her forward as girls' tongues bathed my blistered ass cheeks and my throbbing cock dripped onto the platform below. One member nuzzled her face into my rear end, deep between my parted cheeks, her tongue snaking ever closer to my puckered sphincter. With a loud cry, Mistress rose up off the chair and thrust her spurting pussy against my rigid tongue. Little fluid burst from her lips, but what there was exploded into my mouth, surprising me by the force. I kept licking as the moisture spewed out, dribbling down my chin as I concentrated on her rigid button. Abruptly pushing me away, I felt her clasp her hands over her sensitive lips as she unwound her booted legs from around my neck and squeezed her thighs tightly together, holding her breath. Leaning heavily on the edge of the chair, I was panting, waiting to find out what the girls behind me would do next. With my buttocks spread wide, I felt the vibration before I heard her. The Club member with her nose in my ass was humming. I held my breath as her soft lips brushed my wrinkled hole. But that was all. She stopped after just the briefest of kisses. I couldn't believe it when she gave me an affectionate tap on my upraised ass cheeks, and then withdrew. The other two joined her, leaving me on my hands and knees, sprawled between Mistress Shannon's open legs. Now what? I waited, not sure what I should do when finally Mistress roused herself, coming to her feet and tapping my reddened ass cheeks. "Well done, Bill. You have satisfied me, beyond my expectations. Help him up." Strong hands reached down and grabbed me by my shoulders. As I struggled to my feet, I could feel her juice dripping down my face as my thick erection bobbed up and down. As the hands turned me around and guided me across the stage, it swung freely as it jutted out before me, bloated with blood and tightly bound within the metal and leather harness. My feet were yanked apart until they were wider than my shoulders, and my ankles were encased in padded restraints. I thought my arms would be hoisted overhead, but instead I heard the Club members move some kind of frame across the wooden platform until it was directly in front me. I'd been focused on all the activity around me that I didn't notice Mistress Shannon come close beside me. So when I felt her cool fingers slide over the taut surface of my engorged cockhead, I jumped. "I do like the way this harness displays your erect penis." Lightly, she teased my rounded knob, letting her fingertips circle the raised ridge. I held my breath as she toyed with my quivering hard-on, gently sliding the tip of her fingernail into the slit at the very end. "For the second half of tonight's ceremony, you will have the opportunity to service each member of the Club. Bowing before her, you will paying tribute to her by bringing her to climax, and by drinking her sweet cream." I shivered as Mistress gripped my swollen shaft just behind the bulb. "Come sisters, mount the stairs and let this male candidate pay homage to you." As I heard the creak of wooden platform as the first member approached, Mistress squeezed my hard-on and led me forward. "There are metal rails to the front and on either side of you. Reach out to find them." I groped in front of me until I located the parallel bars, cool and smooth to my touch. Parallel to the ground, I sensed that they were part of larger structure, probably the one I heard being dragged across the platform. With one fist wrapped around my thickened cockshaft, she slid her other hand over my bare ass, palming my buttock, squeezing firmly. "Bend at the waist and lean forward, so you can support yourself." I followed her directions, tentatively bending over until I found another metal bar just above my waist, perfectly positioned to brace my torso. The structure creaked in front of me, and a pair of legs slid across my forearms as the member reclined in what must be some kind of elevated chair. The girl was wearing what felt like leather lacing on her lower legs, and as she moved closer, it suddenly occurred to me that she was wearing Roman style sandals, just like I was. "Lean farther, Bill. Extend your tongue, and greet Club member, Amanda." Cautiously, I stuck out my tongue and leaned forward as Mistress continued to grip my swollen cock and caress my ass. As I caught a pungent whiff of Amanda's intimate aroma, I noticed that it was faintly reminiscent of vanilla. I didn't give it a second thought as she reached down and cradled my head in her hands, guiding me between her open thighs. As my cheek brushed the inside of her warm skin, I reached under the muscular thighs, cupped the firm ass cheeks and pulled her against my mouth. She caught her breath when I touched her moist orifice, yielding and open as the point of my tongue explored her. I licked up and down the full length of pussy, pausing to swirl the tip around her erect button, teasing the stiff knob as she began to writhe underneath me. Like Mistress, her pubic mound was completely bare, but her plump lips were much thicker and already slippery with her juice. She started to pant as I dipped my stiffened tongue into her, moaning softly as I set a steady pace, in and out, in and out. Busy with Amanda, I wasn't paying attention to Mistress Shannon as she maintained a tight grasp of my bloated cock, and fondled my butt. Once I speared the reclining Club member, I was focused on bringing her to a climax. So I was totally surprised when Mistress brought her open palm down sharply on my left ass cheek. I yelped directly into Amanda's crotch, and that sent her over the edge. "Oh! Oh! Oh! --- UHHH!!!" She began bucking in the chair, thrusting her hips up against my face, driving my tongue deeper into her pussy. I was more prepared for the next blow from Mistress when it landed on my upraised ass. As the sweet tasting fluid streamed of Amanda, coating my lips and running down my chin, she clutched my head in the hands. I kept licking, concentrating on the rigid nub that protruded from the top of her pussy, impressed with the sheer volume of fluid pouring out of her. She kept cumming, a series of rippling spasms that rolled through her trim body. And still sweet nectar flowed. It was if she had a never ending river between her toned legs, flooding my mouth. Gamely, I tried to keep up with her, swallowing as much liquid as I could, but it spilled from both sides of my mouth, sliding down past my chin and dripping on the floor beneath me. Mistress kept spanking me, using a steady rhythm, slow and measured as I continued to tongue Amanda's pussy. Finally, the girl in my arms gave an immense shudder and pushed me away. I hesitated, waiting for Mistress Shannon. As she halted her persistent spanking, she palmed my left ass cheek. "Stand up, Bill. You've shown your respect to Amanda. It's time to honor another Club member." Obediently, I pushed myself into a standing position, my hard cock jutting out before me with Mistress' fist wrapped tightly around the thickened stalk. As she caressed my glowing butt, lightly running one smooth hand over the taut skin, she slowly slid her fist down to the base of my cockshaft and pressed firmly against the metal ring. Amanda had dismounted the structure, and the click, click, click of heels announced the approach of the second Club member. I heard her climb the structure as Mistress Shannon squeezed my hard-on and gave it one solitary stroke, encouraging me to remain fully erect. "Lean forward, Bill, and greet sister "L". Not all of the members are ready to have you know their names, some out of shyness, some out of deference to the fact that you may already know them, and some out of sheer obstinacy," As I leaned forward, "L" grabbed my head and guided me directly into her open crotch. She had a strong musky scent, and was dripping wet. As I slid my hands under the well-developed thighs and gripped the tight muscles of her butt, I realized that she had the strength and muscle definition of a weightlifter. It dawned on me that I might recognize her from the pool or the weight room. Quickly, I found her open slit and alternated between plunging my tongue deep inside of her and lapping at her clit, which was barely discernable in her fleshy pussy. Although my lower face was soon drenched with her juice, which was both tangy and pleasantly sweet, she didn't have nearly as fluid much flowing between her legs as either Amanda or even Mistress Shannon. As she writhed under my assaulting tongue, gripping my head firmly between her strong thighs, I realized that she was completely shaved as well. It didn't take her long to reach a powerful orgasm, waves of passion rippling through her body. She was silent as I tongued her, even as I felt her l energy rise to a peak and then recede. "L" didn't stop me, and I continued flicking her wet lips as she lay with her legs limp and open. As she rested her lower legs across my back, I felt the high heels of her boots and the soft leather that encased her calves. She must be wearing knee high boots similar to the ones Mistress was wearing. Her breath quickened before I felt her hips start to undulate on the padded cushion, and she approached a second climax. I was surprised how rapidly she had recovered. Whimpering, she began to hump my mouth, lifting her slim hips up off the platform's chair to shove her yielding pussy into my face. Mistress matched her timing perfectly as the girl's initial spasm coincided with her first smack on my ass. I jumped, lunging forward and impaling "L" with my stiff tongue, while burying my nose between her dribbling lips. The prone Club member shuddered as another series of powerful emotion coursed through her body, climaxing as she squeezed her thighs around my head. Mistress Shannon concentrated her open handed spanks on my right buttock this time, giving my left one a well-deserved break. As "L" drifted down the high of her orgasm, I started to straighten up, intending to stretch my lower back. Mistress had another idea as she tightened her grip on my rigid pole and whaled away on my bare ass. "Did I give you permission to rest?" "No Ma'am." Quickly, I bent over again and started to lick the open lips before me. The girl moaned softly, but made no effort to stop me. I guess she was going for number three, so I obliged, focusing my attention on her elusive button. "She decides when you're finished. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." My words were muffled as I didn't dare to lift my face to speak clearly. She was swatting my butt hard enough as it was. It didn't take "L" long to achieve her third climax. I think her moans were louder this time, but with my ears trapped between her powerful thighs, I couldn't really tell. When she finally finished, she let me go and lay there for a minute, panting from her exertions. I didn't move, even though Mistress had halted her steady spanking, squeezing my now flaming ass cheek. Finally, "L" swung her booted leg up over my head and rolled off the elevated chair. "Stand up, Bill. Time for you to honor another sister with your tongue." Once I straightened up, Mistress started to stroke my quivering erection, still holding my blistered bottom. I hadn't noticed that my cock had begun to leak again, but when her hand slid up and down the shaft with ease, the familiar sound of smick, smick, smick echoed in tandem with the tap, tap, tap of high heels on the wooden platform. "Good. Your penis is giving me plenty of fluid. Makes it very easy to play with you." I stood there, trying to breathe deeply as she slowly pumped my dripping cock. Once the next Club member had mounted the stairs and reclined on the chair, Mistress continued to amuse herself with my hard-on as she slid her other hand up and onto my lower back, pressing me forward until I leaned over the bar at my waist. As I bent over the new girl, I caught a distinct whiff of strawberry. "Stretch out your tongue and greet Jordan." This girl was making little simpering noises even before I touched her. And as the tip of my tongue slid easily into her moist lips, she trembled and moaned. As I pressed my mouth against her crotch, I was surprised to encounter a set of metal rings piercing her outer lips, arrayed in pairs, framing her inner cavity. They didn't hinder me in any way, but instead were strangely exciting. Mistress began spanking me again, timing her slaps to coincide with the lazy strokes up and down my twitching cock, gripping the base of my shaft as she delivered each blow, smack and then a slow squeeze and stroke. Jordan shuddered again as I started my own rhythm, shoving my tongue in and out of her open pussy. "Oh. Oh. Oh." Her cries were almost whispers, emerging very ladylike from her unseen mouth. Like Mistress Shannon and the previous two members, she was completely shaved, her prominent pubic mound devoid of hair. But unlike "L' and Amanda, this girl seemed petite, her soft thighs almost frail compared to the muscular legs of the others. Also unlike the other two members, Jordan's pussy lips were delicate, almost like petals of a fragile flower blooming under my tongue. As she approached her first orgasm, she wrapped her lower legs around my neck and I felt the leather straps that crisscrossed her calves. But I also noticed that she wore high heels, digging them into my skin as she climaxed. High heeled sandals? "Oh. Oh. Oh." More of the lady like whimpers, just slightly louder this time as a surge of passion washed over her. She tightened her legs around my head momentarily, holding her breath, and then she relaxed, heaving a big sigh and letting them fall limply open. Not daring to stop yet, I kept busy between her thighs, lapping up and down the length of her wet lips, flipping her genital rings back and forth. She began to undulate her hips, pressing her crotch against my mouth, so I continued, picking up the pace. Finally finding the small button as it peeked out the top of her crevice, I focused my attention there, swirling the tip of my tongue all around the tiny nub. "Oh. Oh. Oh." A second orgasm rippled through her, and she grabbed the back of my head, holding my face tight against her throbbing pussy. Mistress kept swatting my ass, alternating sides and maintaining a steady, deliberate pace. She'd slowed her fist pumps on my stiff cock, doing much more squeezing than stroking. Panting heavily, Jordan released her grip and lay back on the velvety cushion. Resting on my elbows, I thought we were done. And then she crossed her ankles over my back, pulling me. Her small voice sounded almost apologetic. "More." Gripping her butt, I ducked my head and plunged my rigid tongue deep inside her. She shuddered and immediately started cumming again, this time pumping her slim hips into my face with more abandon. I stayed with her, driving in and out as orgasm number three swept over her. "Oh. Oh. Oh." With one last tremor, Jordan pushed me away, squeezing her thighs together. As she rocked back and forth on the padded chair, I licked my lips, tasting her again. She had a milder flavor than the other members, and again, I noted a faint hint of strawberry. "Time for you to greet another member. Stand up, Bill." As I struggled to my feet, pushing against the soft cushion, I wondered if I would make it through the evening. My swollen cock was throbbing, the blood trapped by the leather harness. And Mistress Shannon's persistent fondling kept me right on the edge, the slippery fluid lubricating her fist and dripping onto the floor. I could hear the next Club member climb the stairs once Jordan dismounted and left. Smick, smick. "Bill, meet "E"." After the new member settled into the chair and I leaned forward, I inhaled a trace of grapefruit as she gently but firmly guided me between her open thighs. Her skin had a smooth sleekness that I found very appealing. She too had completely a bare pubic mound and a genital piercing, a small vertical bar over the skin just above her moist pussy. Plump and well defined, her inner lips readily opened as I slipped my tongue into her yielding cavity. "E" caught her breath and then moaned softly, holding my face assertively against her lower abdomen. Behind me, Mistress had halted her steady spanks and was caressing my ass, gently massaging the heated skin. Still gripping my hard-on underneath me, she pulled my left buttock wide, exposing my puckered hole as she rotated my cheek in a large circle. I relaxed under the rhythmic rubbing, and although I responded by moving my hips, I tried not to be too obvious as I thrust my raging erection into her fist. I should have known better. As I concentrated on the Club member reclining in my arms, spearing her with my rigid tongue, I was unprepared for the single vicious blow that Mistress delivered on my defenseless backside. Awkwardly, I lunged forward, driving my tongue deeper into "E" and sending her over the edge. She exploded into a convulsive series of orgasms, bouncing violently against my face and spraying a stream of liquid into my mouth. Surprised, I didn't react at first, letting it dribble down my chin and onto the platform beneath me. "Swallow her nectar, Bill. Very few of us can supply it like she can." I thought the violent smack might be just a beginning of something more, but Mistress Shannon just rested her hand on my flaming ass cheek. With renewed enthusiasm, I covered the girl's squirting hole and drank in as much of her juice as I could. It was tart and sweet, the aroma heavy with tropical citrus. I kept licking and sucking, licking and drinking down her prodigious flow. Her climax was long and drawn out, an extended series of wrenching spasms that wracked her body. She held my head tight against her crotch, and I felt the sharp edge of her high heeled boots press against my back. Despite the violence of her orgasm, she was vigilant in how she used them on my bare skin. Eventually, her uncontrollable tremors subsided. Heaving a massive sigh, she released her tight grip on my head and pushed me away. I had lost track of the number of times she'd climaxed, but the liquid evidence covered my face. As she swung her booted legs off the raised chair, I straightened up. Mistress continued to stroke my jutting pole, using the generous flow drooling from my cockslit to lubricate her hand. "Well done, Bill. Catch your breath and prepare to honor sister 'B'." Once she had arranged herself, "B" brusquely grabbed hold of my head and brought my face into her pungent smelling crotch, directly in contact with her genital piercing, a double pair of rings arrayed on either outer pussy lip. Her aroma wasn't unpleasant, just a bolder scent than the two previous girls and with a distinctive tinge of patchouli. As I bent to my task of licking and nuzzling between her decidedly muscular thighs, I was struck by how wide her lips were, slick and open, and revealing a thick nub protruding proudly from them. And then I encountered the fingers of both her hands. She'd spread her pussy wide for me, giving me easy access to her erect clit. WVC Ch. 09: Candidate Ceremony As I flicked it, she grunted and started to thrust her hips, jamming them into my face, short fierce jabs that caused me to nearly gag. She laughed at my plight, and released one hand to grab the back of my hand and hold my face tight against her pussy. I'd expected Mistress Shannon to resume the swats she's been delivering on my upturned butt. What I wasn't ready for was the paddle she used instead of her hand. It hurt. I cried out, directly into the new girl's crotch. She laughed again, clutching my head even tighter and forcing my tongue deep inside of her just as fluid began to stream out of her pussy. I coughed and jerked my head back as it flowed directly into my mouth, trying to catch my breath and her nectar at the same time. "B" didn't have the force of ejaculation that "E" had, but she more than made up for it in sheer volume. I tried to drink it all, but it flooded my mouth and spilled out both sides, streaming down my face and neck. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Her grunts took over as she kept thrusting her crotch up against my face. As I squeezed her well-developed ass cheeks, it occurred to me that like "L", this girl was probably a weight room regular. And that may be why she preferred to use an initial instead of her name. I didn't have much time to speculate as she manhandled me, roughly pumping her pussy against my mouth as she held my head still with both hands. Liquid continued to stream out of her, and although the volume had slowed, it showed no sign of ceasing. I kept lapping it up before pausing to nibble on her stiff button, and that set her off again. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" She was quite loud, voicing her increasing pleasure as a second climax rocked her muscled body. Crossing her legs over my shoulders, she held me close as powerful tremors ricocheted through her. I felt bare skin where her calves rested on my back, but I also noted the sharp edges of high heels scraping me as well. Puzzled, I tried to figure out what she might be wearing on her feet as she drifted down from her second high. My tongue was beginning to get sore, and I thought she might demand another round of service from me. Instead, she let go of my head and brusquely pushed me back. Mistress landed one more smack on my butt before she halted her assault and I heard "B" dismount the structure. As she helped me straighten up, my cock projected out from between my thighs just as firmly erect as ever. Still fondling my blistered butt, Mistress Shannon swirled her fingertips across the engorged bulb, tickling the taut surface. I squirmed as she slipped the tip of one nail into my oozing slit, gently rimming the gaping hole before she gripped my rigid pole and slid her fist down the entire length. "You're doing very well, Bill. You're more than half way through the Chapter. Now pay tribute to Diane." Mistress continued to fondle my dripping cock as the new girl settled onto the padded chair. Once she'd arranged herself, Diane firmly guided my face between her parted thighs and as I leaned over her, I got a distinct aroma of banana. I was a bit tentative, feeling with my tongue for any genital piercings, and I wasn't disappointed. She sported what seemed to be a trio of vertical bars arrayed in a triangle across the very top of her pussy lips. She appeared to be quite tall, wearing a pair of thigh high boots which she leisurely wrapped around my neck. Tapping me lightly with the high heels, she encouraged me forward and I started to lap at her fragrant pussy, pausing with each stroke to flip the metal bars. As I slid my arms under her to get a better grip, I felt some kind of leather corset or vest that extended well down her lower back. As I warmed to my task and grew more energetic with my licking, she began to moan softly, rocking her hips back and forth. When I plunged my tongue deep inside, she cried out and rose up to meet my assault. Encouraged by her response, I withdrew and stabbed her again, setting up a rhythm that she matched, thrusting her hips up to meet my face. As the sweet nectar began to drool out of her, Mistress stopped stroking my ass cheeks and began paddling them once more, equaling the pace I set with my bobbing head. Diane was quiet as tremors rippled through her lower body, holding her breath as her orgasm began to crest. "AIEEEE!" After such a docile beginning, the ferocious scream that erupted from her shocked me. She thrashed about on the chair like a woman possessed as I tried vainly to keep my tongue buried inside of her. So violent were her contractions that I thought she would jab me with booted heels. They came one after another, wracking her slim body. Eventually, I gave up trying to keep my tongue in her and focused on the rigid nub that had emerged between her pussy lips. Mistress continued a steady tattoo on my butt, using the paddle with just enough force to sting without really hurting me, and keeping my skin warm and toasty. I lost count of the number of orgasms she enjoyed, but she probably would have won the prize for the most climaxes, at least so far. Finally, the intense tremors began to subside, until they were reduced to little quivers. With a quiet sigh, she crumpled onto her back, carefully lifting her booted heels from my back and letting her thighs fall open. I could hear the girl's heavy breathing as Mistress Shannon eased me backwards and helped me to stand. "Excellent, Bill. And I think Diane is pleased, too. I heard a murmured assent as the girl dismounted the platform. "Now prepare to honor "M"." As I waited for the new club member to take her place, listening to the sound of high heels on the wooden platform, I enjoyed the lazy play of Mistress' fingers up and down my shaft. When "M" had settled into the padded chair, Mistress Shannon eased me back down over the bar, still grasping my pulsing hard-on. And as I reached for her, I caught a strong smell of butterscotch. The surprising aroma awakened my saliva glands and I had to swallow to keep from drooling all over the new girl. "M" didn't help me, allowing me to find my own way between what felt like strong, muscular legs. Licking my way up the inner part of her thighs, I decided that she too was likely a weight room devotee. Covering her tawny skin with my wet tongue, I mentally pictured each workout regular in my mind's eye, wondering who he might be. My reverie was quickly dispelled by the snap of a whip or something similar striking my bare ass. "OWW! Mistress chuckled, an evil undertone to her laughter. The force of the blow surprised me. "Don't get too complacent, Bill. I'm not finished with my surprises just yet." With that, she delivered another whack on my upturned ass. Nuzzling my way into "M"'s waiting crotch, I found her pubic mound totally bare, just like every other member of the Club. As my tongue slithered between her full, almost pouty lips, I discovered that 'M' also had a genital piercing, a single vertical bar at the top of her open slit. She was primed for me, her hips already writhing even before my tongue descended into her depths. "Ummm. Ummm." Quiet moans escaped from her as she squirmed under my attacking tongue. She flung her legs over my shoulders, tapping the high heels meaningfully against my back as she pulled me closer. I felt the leather straps that wound around her calves, all the way up to her knees. While Diane didn't have the same amount of flow between her legs as the earlier girls, "M" proved to be a challenger to any of them. Quickly, my face was drenched by her nectar, dripping off my chin as I tried to drink it down. Alternating slow fist pumps up and down my seeping cock with fierce whip strokes on my ass, Mistress kept my right on the edge of a mammoth climax, but always vigilant to not let me get too close. "Ohhhh. Ummm." This one talked more than all the previous girls combined, a ladylike whimper that must have taken a lot of breath. As she approached orgasm, the pitch of her voice rose, like the wail of a siren. Mistress increased the pace of her lashes, matching the growing frenzy of the girl receiving my attention. As she squeezed the base of my drooling erection, I thrust my hips forward against her hand, driving my cock deeper into her grip, trying to find some relief. Sensing my intention, Mistress Shannon abruptly released my throbbing hard-on, and gave me a particularly vicious smack. "That's enough of that, Bill. Pay more attention to sister "M"." I redoubled my efforts, driving my tongue deeper into the girl's open cavity, and that sent her over the edge. Grabbing my head with both hands, she roughly jammed my mouth against her mound. "OHHH! OHHH!" The stream of fluid coming out of her gaping lips turned into a torrent, flooding my mouth with her sweet juice. It poured out of her, overwhelming my attempt to swallow it, cascading out the sides of my mouth the sides and down my face and neck. Bucking wildly, she pumped her smooth pussy onto my tongue and the metal bar against my nose. "OHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her cry was strident, echoing in my ears as her convulsions came to a frenzied peak before slowly subsiding. One last massive tremor coursed through her, and "M" slumped back into the elevated chair, unwinding her leather strapped legs from around my neck. Pausing her rhythmic whip, Mistress maintained her grip on the base of my straining stalk and I straightened up. Suddenly, I realized that my back and neck were aching, my jaw was sore and my poor cock felt numb. Arching my lower back to stretch out my muscles, I was dumbfounded when "M" reached out and patted my head, like she was rewarding a favorite pet for a job well done. She giggled as she eased off the chair and down the stairs. Even as Mistress Shannon resumed her slow caresses up and down my pulsing cock, it wasn't quite enough to distract me from realizing just how exhausted I was. I heaved a big sigh as I waited for the next member approach, listening to the tap, tap, tap of the girls' high heels as they changed places. "We're almost done, Bill. Only two more sisters for you to honor. Bow down and pay respect to Taylor." This girl seemed slender, especially compared with the previous member. A fresh scent of pine filled my nose as I leaned over her. Gently, she guided me between her slim thighs, placing her hands carefully behind my head. I heard her catch her breath as my tongue lapped at her dripping pussy, zeroing in on the erect button standing tall. Somewhat surprisingly, she had no genital piercing. But like all of the other Club members, her pubic mound and prominent lips were completely bare, devoid of any adornment, natural or artificial. As I curled my arms under her, cradling her ass cheeks, Mistress gripped my cock and resumed her deliberate posting up and down. Without thinking, I started to thrust my dribbling hard-on into her fist, matching her slow pace. Immediately, Mistress Shannon released me and gave my upraised butt a stinging crack with her whip. "I told you not to do that, young man. And I meant it." It felt like she was using both hands as she whaled away at my ass, delivering a vicious series of blows to convince me just how serious she was. As she whipped my defenseless ass, I concentrated on the girl in my face, swirling my tongue all around her stiff clit. "Uhmmm. Uhmmmmmm." Moaning as raised her hips up off the elevated chair, Taylor pumped her crotch into my mouth, trying to force my stiffened tongue deeper into her sodden cleft. Her voice was so soft, the sound was barely discernable. Mistress had completely abandoned my rigid cock, leaving it to wave forlornly in the air beneath me. Instead, she focused on my ass, giving it her full attention, smacking me with ferocious regularity. Reacting just like the girl I was licking, I squirmed under the relentless barrage, but with the bar at my waist, there was no escape. Without even a whimper, the girl on her back came to a shuddering conclusion, holding her breath as her orgasm swept over her. With a profound sigh that I did hear, she slumped back into the reclining chair. As I waited to see if she wanted another round, Mistress halted her unremitting assault. Breathing hard, she tapped my shoulders with what must be the same riding crop she'd used at the beginning of the ceremony. It was too stiff for a whip. "One more to go, Bill." I stood up to allow Taylor to swing her legs off the padded chair. As I waited for the final member of the evening, Mistress Shannon caressed my blazing ass cheeks, ignoring the raging erection jutting out before me. With my legs held wide apart, she had easy access between my thighs, sliding her hand down past my blistered butt to reach up under my torso cup my tightly bound balls in her palm. Squeezing them gently, she whispered in my ear as the last girl tap, tap, tapped her way to us. "Are these hurting? They certainly feel full and heavy with your cream." "Yes Ma'am, they do ache." She chuckled before releasing them. "Excellent! We want you well primed for the next ceremony. Now, lean over and show your devotion to Club member "V"." "V"? Could this Valerie? The sudden thought struck me. I'd been so involved with the progress of the ceremony that I'd totally forgotten that she would be probably be here, that is, if she were a member. Cautiously, I leaned over her and she took my blindfolded face into her hands, guiding me between her parted thighs. Not one of the other girls had touched my face. Mistress continued toy with my bloated balls, tickling them with feathery fingertips while she ran her hand lightly across my flaming skin. As I cupped "V"'s rounded butt, a tropical aroma filled my nostrils. Pineapple? Coconut? Maybe both. As I extended my weary tongue, searching for her moist pussy and licking the inside of her sleek thighs, she wrapped her legs around me, resting knee high boots carefully on my back. Dipping her fingers into the valley between my parted buttocks, Mistress Shannon started teasing my puckered hole. As I kissed "V"s prominent pubic mound, I found it smooth and bare, and I also encountered a matched pair of genital rings on her outer lips. I pushed past them to sink the tip of my tongue inside of her and she gasped. Pressing firmly, Mistress slipped the tip of her finger into my ass, rotating it once she was inside. Breathing heavily, I continued to work "V"'s plump pussy, deciding her lips were as full and round as any others I'd serviced tonight. Behind me, Mistress turned and twisted her finger, stretching my hole so she could slid a second digit inside. The deeper Mistress worked her fingers into my sphincter, the deeper I drove my tongue into the girl in my arms. Squeezing her thighs around my ears, she began to writhe against my face, moaning softly. Her rigid clit emerged from between her thick lips, and I proceeded to flick it back and forth. She shivered violently with each pass of my tongue. With two fingers still reaming my rectum, Mistress resumed spanking my ass. Surprised by her renewed attack, my cry was muffled by the squirming pussy in my face. But the smack was light, more of a firm caress than a true spank, and was followed by slow massage that pulled my buttocks wider apart. After three more swat and massage combos, Mistress Shannon slipped another finger into my ass. "Uhhh. Uhhhhhh." Just as that third digit slid inside, the girl I was eating began to spasm, jerking erratically and thrusting her hips up into my face, short sharp jabs that bounced her pubic mound off my nose. I could feel her approaching a big climax, but I was totally unprepared for the flood of liquid that gushed forth when she did cum, overflowing my mouth and drenching my face. Frantically, I tried to swallow the torrent, but the sheer volume overwhelmed me, streaming off my chin to drip onto the floor below. Mistress slapped my bare ass again, steadily screwing her hand deeper into me. "Keep drinking her nectar, Bill. She'll give you a lot." She wasn't kidding. The flow from inside her shuddering body was enormous, like a water hose that can't be turned off. I kept lapping at her open pussy, attempting to swallow the deluge that poured from between her lips, gasping for air. I didn't even try to track the number of orgasms she had. I was too tired and too busy to attempting to keep from drowning to care. Finally, the massive tremors wracking her body slowed, and then stopped completely. She sighed, but made no move to get up, lying limply in the velvety chair. Panting from my exertion, I licked up and down the length of her slippery lips, reveling in her sweet flavor. Behind me, Mistress continued to ream my rectum with three fingers, pausing periodically to administer the light spanks to my butt. Without warning, "V" started to cum again, a series of violent convulsions that began when I just brushed her extended nub with the tip of my tongue. She jammed her crotch tight against my mouth, trying to force my tongue deeper inside her pussy. Although the flow from between her legs was still considerable, it didn't begin to approach the incredible volume before. I was able to drink most of it. Only a few drops escaped. When she collapsed again, sinking back into the padded chair, I stayed with her, lapping gently at the slick crevice, not wanting to repeat my mistake of assuming that she was finished. And I was right. After a brief rest, she started quaking once more, launching into yet another series of moaning seizures. "Uhhh. Uhhhhhh." This one was milder and much shorter, producing very little fluid for me to swallow. I waited, just to be certain, but "V" was finally done. With a huge sigh, she lifted her booted feet high in the air and swung them over my head. As she dismounted, Mistress Shannon withdrew her fingers from my ass and helped me to my feet, fluid still dribbling off my face and onto my bare chest. Standing there with my fully erect cock jutting before me, ridiculously swollen within the leather and metal harness, I waited, not sure what I should do. I felt people kneel beside my spread feet and release my ankles from the cuffs. Carefully, Mistress curled her fist around my bloated stalk and turned me around. Squeezing gently, she addressed the assembled Club, all those members I had just serviced. I was still leaking, the clear fluid drooling out of my cockslit and coating her hand. "Sisters, Bill has performed well tonight, honoring each of you with his tongue, and drinking your nectar. Let's congratulate him on passing this part of his progress in the White Vampyre Club membership.' I was surprised that they rewarded me with a vigorous round of applause. Mistress Shannon slowly pumped my dripping cock as she continued. "During our next meeting, the Supplicant Ceremony, he will choose one of you as his trainer. Good night." I heard an excited murmur through the groups as Mistress led me off the stage, tugging gently but insistently on my hard-on. Back in the small anteroom, she finally released my twitching erection as she tossed me my robe. "Until next time, Bill." I struggled to find the armholes of the robe, until someone helped me. Belting it around my waist, I then let the hands on my arms lead me back to the car with my stiff cock swinging wildly beneath the thin cloth. In the silence as we drove to town, I discreetly sniffed the air, trying to see if I could recognize any member by her scent. I thought I caught a whiff of grapefruit, but I wasn't sure. The gentle rocking of the car lulled me to sleep, dozing off in the back seat. A gentle hand shook me awake long enough for me to climb the steps to the house on Elm Street. "I know. Count to one hundred, and then I can take off the blindfold and change clothes." There was a soft giggle and a pause. WVC Ch. 09: Candidate Ceremony "Right." I still hadn't recognized any voices, but I did detect the distinct aroma of pine. They left me, and after I stripped off the blindfold and robe, I stared down of my throbbing cock. Deep purple in color, it was cold to the touch. I'd experienced blue balls before, but a blue cock? Painfully, I unstrapped the leather harness from around my balls and carefully squeezed the blood out of my swollen cockhead so I could work the rigid metal ring back up off my shaft. Once I succeeded, I exhaled and dressed quickly. Staggering across campus, I made my way back to my dorm room, where I promptly collapsed on top of the bed. I was exhausted, and I slept late on Sunday. When I awoke, I had dried feminine nectar all over my shoulders and upper chest, my cock was adamantly erect, and I could still taste the last girl of the evening on my lips. *** Next, the Intermediate Drawing Class #2