0 comments/ 10786 views/ 2 favorites Initiated By: GulfCoastGuy84 Hey all this is my first story so please bear with me. It's not too explicit but it's more about the thrill that mainly guys with a cigar fetish will understand. I may write hotter stuff later based on feedback. Let me know what you think... ;) * Hey, my name is Doug. I am 27 years old, this is a story that happened to me when I was 20. I have blue eyes, black hair that gets curly when it's long enough but I usually have a high-and-tight, usually have a goatee on my chin and am slightly chunky but not excessively so. I was talking online with a guy who was 40, Joe. Joe was one of the first people I talked to about my cigar fetish. At that time I had tried a few black and milds at parties, a cigarette here and there when somebody offered me one, but what I really wanted to try was real, big cigars. I would think about going into the cigar shop at the local mall but would get strangely nervous. I met Joe in an online chatroom and started frequently talking to him on private chat. Sometimes we would talk on the phone too. At some point it was brought up that he smoked cigars and I was intrigued. Let me take a minute to describe Joe. He was 40, in really good shape for his age, he worked out and had pretty nice biceps. He had black hair that he wore in a high-and-tight too, but with some gray in his temples that, I must admit, was pretty enticing. Besides that there were no particular other signs of aging except some crows feet, no other wrinkles. He was originally from the South, and though he had worked in hospital administration in New England for years (after being in the Army into his mid 20s), still had a twinge of a southern accent. He was a real nice, interesting guy to talk to, and I loved how we could just shoot the shit and our age difference didn't matter, he didn't give me any crap for being so young, just sometimes he called me "kid" or "little buddy" in a joking way, and sometimes I called him "sir" equally jokingly, but in those occasions I secretly swooned a little in my mind and I think he knew it. He treated me like an equal, didn't demand respect but he had it. I was developing quite a crush on him. Eventually among other pictures of himself he shared one with a cigar in his mouth, and I must have... overenthusiastically complimented it? Because he picked up on my interest and we started talking about my fetish, which he shared. He said he'd been with quite a few guys over the years with whom he had smoked a cigar while having sex. My heart felt like it skipped a beat when he said that, the thought of that was unthinkably hot to me, too good to be true. I couldn't imagine a guy doing that with me. At this point, I had been with a few guys and loved it, but the thought of bringing a cigar into the equation suddenly made me weak in the knees. All I had ever thought about it before was that I knew on the rare occasion I saw, in real life or on TV or in a picture somewhere, a guy I found attractive smoking a cigar, it increased the attraction even more. Usually a young guy, but often an older guy- in his 30s or 40s- too. Cigars seemed, to me, "right" in the mouth or hand of a 30 or 40-something man or older. A guy with some experience and authority. But a guy in his 20s smoking a cigar, there was something sort of tantalizingly out of place about it. Like he was saying, "I'm so badass I'm not waiting till I'm older to smoke this cigar". Besides authority, cigars represented power. Victory. Celebration. Masculinity. I loved them, but up until now, I explained to Joe, I had never tried them. It just so happened that Joe had been planning a trip down to the Gulf Coast to enjoy the casinos, the beaches, and the seafood. He suggested we meet, said he always brings a box of cigars with him when he travels and he could share some with me- he would patiently show me the ropes and initiate me into the glories of cigar smoking. I was nervous. I was excited. Of course I said, sure, let's meet up, but inside I was thinking "HELL YEAH SIR!" My heart was beating fast as we discussed the plan of the day he was coming, in about a month. I marked my calendar, he said to just meet him at whatever part of the beach I wanted. I picked a landmark for him to park in the vicinity of, and we decided he would call me on his cell phone when his rental car was parking, and I could wait on a beach bench and when I got his call, I would wave and he would see me from where he was. For added identification, I would do this and be wearing a navy blue polo shirt and camo shorts. I was so excited! The weeks passed and the day was finally here. I got off work, went home, quickly showered and shaved, careful to make sure my goatee was even, threw on my clothes and some cologne, and drove to the agreed spot on the beach. I waited on a bench, staring intently at the water's edge, practically squirming in the seat. My cell phone rang and I practically had a heart attack. He said he had just pulled up at the right spot on the beach and thought he saw me. Too nervous to turn around, I put my left arm up in the air and said "do you see me putting my hand up?" He said yeah and I hung up without saying anything else, regretting my rudeness but practically too excited to function! I had never felt this much anticipation before! So I'm sitting on the bench and about 30 seconds later, lo and behold, none other but Joe, in the flesh at last, comes up. He has a long, smoldering stogie chomped in his mouth. He says around the stogie, "How ya doin', Doug?" and shaking my hand firmly, continues, "here, kid, have a cigar." and before I know what's happening to me, he has pulled another big ol' cigar out of his pocket and shoved it in my mouth. I am taken aback, but intrigued. Through no choice of my own I now have a foot-long, thick cigar jutting out of my face. Actually, I found out later it was a 10 inch, 66 gauge Flor de Oliva, the same kind he had clenched in his teeth. But, damn! That's a real man's cigar! Immediately he gets out his lighter and starts lighting the end, and I have no choice but to puff, and puff, and puff until it is lit. he grins around his stogie; the sight of me with a smoldering stogie jutting out of my mouth pleases him. I don't want to admit it to myself, but I enjoy it and could see myself getting used to it and becoming a regular cigar smoker in the future. Who the fuck am I kidding, I fucking love it and am overjoyed he decided for me that I was going to smoke cigars! We ride around in his car, smoking our cigars. We arrive at his hotel, and enjoy the pool, beers, and cigars. To be continued...? Initiated This fantasy audio contains strong noncon content. I've been following you. I've been watching you. It's time for you to give in to my power. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (XX min/mp3) * * * * * Initiated at Work This story took place in my first job on leaving school. I had started work at a garage and was terrified of the stories I had heard of what the mechanics did to the new apprentices. I spent the first few days nervously looking over my shoulder, expecting to be grabbed and have my balls greased; at the very least. I was a very shy eighteen year old, with no sexual experience and as a late developer I was often mistaken for being a schoolboy. Although there were lots of threats from the blokes I worked with, that was all there was until I got into my second week. In addition to the garage there was a shop and office which was staffed by eight women. They were mainly in their forties but they also had a new member of staff, an eighteen year old called Jocelyn, who I had developed an immediate crush on, not least because of her large, firm breasts. On this particular day I was helping out on a job when I became I aware of the guys whispering, they were obviously plotting something. Without warning they converged on me and pinned me to the floor. My boots an overalls were removed and I was then lead away to the storeroom. On the way I saw Jocelyn and felt so crushed that she should see me in such a state. Once in the storeroom I was tied to the shelving with my hands above me. I was completely helpless and felt incredibly vulnerable, and to then to add to my humiliation a box was placed on my head blocking my vision. There was much laughter from the guys and I fully expected them to carry out the humiliating initiation they had planned. However, I became aware of them leaving the room and I was left in silence. After a several minutes, during which I conjured up a range of horrible things they may do to me, I heard the door open and the shuffling of footsteps as people entered the room. There was more whispering, but not like before, this time there was more voices and I realised that it wasn't the mechanics but the women. I felt a sense of relief at first as I naively thought they would release me. Then I heard a voice, it sounded like Cath the manageress. "Now, what do we have here," Cath teased. "A helpless boy," came the response from Sue. "And what do we do with helpless boys" asked Cath. "WE STRIP THEM" came the groups response. A real sense of dread now filled me. No woman had ever seen me naked and now I was faced with the prospect of eight women I worked with seeing me in the nude. I wriggled against the ropes holding my hands but to no avail. This just provoked laughter amongst them as they reveled in my fear. Then someone approached, looking straight down I had a very limited field of vision, because of the box, but I could see my shorts and I could see hands grabbing them and the pulling them down to loud cheers. I was left in just my briefs still wriggling against my bonds. Surely they wouldn't take it any further. More whispering, then again someone approaching, this time I crossed my legs in an attempt to stop my briefs from being removed. Hands once again grabbed and with some force my white briefs were yanked down leaving me completely exposed to the gathering. Looking down I could see my shriveled penis, seemingly trying to hide amongst my sparse pubic hair. The humiliation was intense as I was exposed to the eyes and comments of the watching women. Then they started to crowd around me, to either side. I was bewildered until I heard Cath, "everybody smile," and I realised that she was taking my photo with the others. The women huddling up against me had given some the chance to put their hands on my back, stomach and someone had rubbed my buttocks. This intimate contact with a woman was new to me and to my horror I realised that I felt a stirring in my penis. I'd hoped this had gone unnoticed but as Cath was staring straight at me, taking photos she let out an excited shriek. The women began to shout, almost in triumph, and the hands that were on me increased their touch. I could feel my cock now filling with blood and looking down I could see it arcing and then pointing straight upwards. My humiliation was complete, I felt utterly embarrassed but my cock was betraying me as it throbbed harder than it had ever done before. A hand had started to caress my inner thigh and now moved upwards until it gently touched by hanging balls. I became aware of the discussion taking place amongst them, it was becoming apparent that some wanted to take it further. "Look at his teenage cock, he looks in pain it's throbbing so much," let's give him a helping hand". They whispered to each other unsure how far to take it. Then a shout of "look," I looked down and could see pre-cum bursting out of my erection and seeping down the side. "Who's going to do it?" More whispering then someone approached. I looked down at my aching prick and then a hand came into view. Slightly shaking it encircled my cock and eased its way up and down, slipping easily thanks to the large amount of pre-cum coating my erection. The hand quickly got into a rhythm and I started to strain against my bonds. The women began to shout encouragement as the hand wanking my cock got faster and faster. Then my legs went taut, so much that I could feel my muscles strain and I thrust my pelvis as the first blast of cum spewed out of my cock. I looked down and could see numerous spurts of cum ejaculating from my prick, then I felt completely drained and slumped against the shelving. Applause rang out and then my shorts were pulled up to cover my embarrassment and the room seemed to become empty. I was left in this state for about half an hour until I was released by one of the guys. So ended my initiation, but as I was to shortly find out plans were being made for Jocelyn's ordeal. Initiated Ch. 02 Okay so last time he had just stuck the stogie in my mouth. I was tasting my first puffs of premium cigar smoke and it was good! I took lots of quick little puffs, as if concerned about it being all the way lit, the cigar moved up and down in my mouth. I saw it jutting way out in the middle of my peripheral vision, and thought, hey, wow, I'm smoking a cigar. And I LOVE IT! Joe smiled at me and chuckled a little, this action angling his cigar up and jiggling it, and after a long, contemplative draw pulled the cigar out of his mouth and said through a cloud of fragrant smoke, touching my shoulder "c'mon, let's go." We drove around town and saw the sights of the beach and the rest of the town, which took about an hour (since it's kind of a small town and we weren't stopping anywhere ). I felt excitement at finally meeting and smoking with him simultaneous with feeling... just so comfortable with him. We enjoyed each other's company, he gave me pointers on how to smoke my cigar, told stories of his experiences that I was all ears for, and encouraged me in my college studies and career goals that I talked about. In a strange way, it was almost... fatherly, as twisted as that may sound, or like a big brother. At the same time we were on the same level, buddies. Sometimes Joe held his cigar in his hand along with the steering wheel, but more often, due to needing his hands free for driving, he had it clenched in his teeth. Though I found cigars attractive overall, I especially found it hot when a guy had it in his mouth with no hands. Though the car's windows were down- it was a nice July afternoon with some clouds in the sky, so it wasn't sweltering- it was getting pretty smoky in the car. But it was an environment I liked. Throw in us wearing suits and drinking beers (or maybe, I thought, later Joe will introduce me to a "man's drink" like Scotch) and it would be perfect. 20 minutes into the ride I finally got a long enough ash and he counseled me to tap it off into his car's ashtray. I was happy to follow my big bro's instructions and absentmindedly wondered if he would have any instructions of a... different nature for me later. Finally we got back to the hotel- as Joe had reassured me, it was smoking-friendly, apparently more and more a rarity in this day and age- "can't a man kick back and puff on a good cigar in his hotel?" he complained, although somewhat jokingly. I made a suggestion: from the car to the hotel room, the cigars never left our mouths, we puffed all down the hallway, leaving a trail of smoke. Smoking cigars kicks ASS!, I thought. A few people gave us dirty looks, but I didn't give a fuck, we were badasses! I felt like my cigar was carrying me along in a cloud of confidence and manliness! Me and my buddy Joe were invincible with cigars in mouth! In the hotel room (fortunately, a smoking room, of-fuckin-course) Joe indicated an ashtray I could put my cigar down in- my long-ass cigar had only been half-smoked! No sooner had I put it down and blown out an epic cloud of smoke from my most recent puff than suddenly Joe pulled me to him, cigar in hand, and kissed me passionately. I was surprised, but very pleasantly. Neither of us had specifically talked about romantic overtones of our friendship before, but it was clearly boiling under the surface- as evidenced by all the compliments back-and-forth online and in person on our ride. He chomped his stogie back in his mouth and opened a suitcase (he had checked in before meeting me) and handed me a pair of swim. "Here Doug, why dontcha' put these on?" he said around the stogie chomped in the center of his mouth, which jiggled with every word. I swallowed. Today's surprises just kept coming. It was one of those barely boxer-brief-sized swim trunks that were navy blue with a white edge and a few white stripes down each outer side along my thighs. I went to change in the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror and felt sexy in it, except a little embarrassed about my slight gut. I came back out into the main room and Joe had changed, and I feasted my eyes on his uncovered torso for the first time. He had a six-pack and well-developed pecs, but more importantly to me, a V-shaped torso, with big wide shoulders going down to a comparatively thin waist. Not to mention his thick neck that evoked stereotypes of football players or musclemen. And, to top off his body which was like a tower of manly beauty, his black high-and-tight with gray temples, dark brown eyes you could get lost in with just a few barely noticeable crow's feet, and, jutting out of his mouth, right above his strong square chin, his smoldering stogie, still jutting about 6 inches upward and outward from his mouth, and its round shape seemed to fill it just right. He smiled as I walked back in, his cigar angling further up as he did. I shyly put my hands over my stomach. He reassured me that he had his pick of guys back north, but he was here to see me, and I was good-looking just the way I was, but if I was interested he said he could help me work out and get the body I wanted. I said maybe so, not thinking how he would do that if he didn't live here. He saw my boner- couldn't help it- and said in a low, growling tone, "I wanna touch you, buddy". I nervously whispered, squeaked more like, "ok" and he put his meaty hand at the small of my back, and slid it into the top of my trunks, reaching down until he was holding onto my left ass cheek. He squeezed it a little. His face was about an inch from mine, the cigar clenched in his mouth held out to the side, nearby my ear. In my peripheral vision I could see the ash glow orange as he puffed it in the somewhat dark room. I could feel his fingers under my trunks slither toward my ass crack. I was so excited, I could barely move. He said, "ok what, kid?" I ventured to guess..."okay, sir?". This was really exciting. Smoke from his cigar was curling in the small gap between our faces and I coughed a little. I tensed up briefly, then relaxed as I felt one of his fingers touch my asshole, then slowly enter. "Yes sir. You say 'yes, sir', to me, kid." "Yes sir". The first knuckle of his finger had passed into my asshole and then the second. "You've got a nice ass, kid. Nice and round. A bubble-butt." "Thank you sir." I opened my mouth a little and he puffed cigar smoke into it. I savored it a moment and puffed it back out. He started to put the tip of his middle finger in me! I didn't protest or anything, I loved it and wanted more! The cigar was way over in the corner of his mouth; with the rest of his mouth he carefully kissed me. With his free hand, he took the cigar out of his mouth and put it in the nearby ashtray. A third finger entered me. Then he slowly shoved all three fingers in deeper, until he was almost at the bases of the fingers. "Nice, tight but flexible, hole" he mused, grinning. He took a beer from the table next to him, the same table with the ashtray. He must have got it out of the hotel room fridge and opened it while I was in the bathroom changing. He took a swig of it. I was still standing right up to him with his fingers in my ass. "Want some, boy?" He held the top of the bottle up to my face and sort of caressed my lips with it. "Yes please, sir." He poured some into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed. I had never cared much for beer but now that it was being offered by this man it was like nectar of the gods. He wiggled the fingers in my ass. He took another drink and as he swallowed, contemplated me. He laughed a little. He grabbed my cigar from the ashtray and put it in one corner of my mouth, then poured more beer in the other corner. "Let's see if you can handle both at the same time, little buddy." I could, but almost dropped the cigar out of my mouth. I clenched it tight and took a puff. He said, "if you don't mind my saying so, you look good, so hot, better than your pictures even." I said, "thanks but you're the hot one. Your body is in such good shape." "You like my body, kid?" "Yes sir." "Well wanna see more of it?" "It would be an honor, sir." "Are you sure you want to see the rest of me?" "Hell yeah, sir!" He rewarded my eagerness by moving his fingers suddenly in my ass, which felt awesome. I gasped. Then he took them out, which was disappointing. He said "on your knees, buddy." I obeyed, even though I was a little nervous about what I expected next. I'd only sucked dick a few times and wasn't really into it, thought it was gross, though I did like receiving it! However, at this moment, I felt I wanted to do whatever would please this hot, authoritative man! He pulled down his own trunks and put his hand on the back of my head. I contemplated his 9 inch cock, thick around as a beer can, it was a little hard already. He said, cigar back in his mouth, "suck it.". I sucked and sucked, loving how his dick felt in my mouth, how it tasted, the heights of ecstasy I was bringing Joe to as indicated by his gasps and moans of pleasure and the ever-increasing hardness of his dick. I bobbed my head up and down on it, careful to always cover my teeth with my lips. This was amazing! I was so absorbed with giving Joe the best damn blow job ever nothing else mattered. In this moment the most important thing in the world was just to suck, and suck, and suck.... His meaty hand on the back of my head guiding me, his groans got louder and louder and closer together. After about 10 minutes he pulled it out and I felt warm liquid squirting all over my face. Joe sat down on the edge of the bed, grunting, "good job, buddy. Good fuckin' job" No one had ever facialed me before! Usually they pulled out and jizzed on their stomach. However, if any man was going to do this to me, I wanted it to be him. I had always thought of facials as kind of degrading, but as he walked me over to the bathroom mirror and I saw myself, I felt a satisfaction deep inside like I had never known before. All the jizz covering my face in spurts across my cheekbones and across my forehead, some dripping down my nose and out of the corners of my mouth, some even dripping down the back of my head or down my neck- it was like he had marked me as his territory, and I was proud to wear this man's cum! It felt like the ultimate reward for the great job I had done and all the pleasure I had given him. As we looked at ourselves in the mirror, he put his left arm around my shoulder and pointed at my jizz-soaked reflection with his right hand while simultaneously holding his cigar. "Y'know, buddy, I always thought you were cute, but now- (put the cigar back in his mouth)- you're beautiful." I came spontaneously all over the mirror and counter. I had never felt so good in my entire life. Initiated Ch. 03 He savored the sight of me, cum all over my face, then had me take a shower. When I had dried off, he installed a butt plug inside me- he didn't ask my permission, he simply did it, and I loved it. Then he put a jock strap on me and had me get dressed again in the tiny swim trunks. He also put aviator sunglasses on himself and me- we looked cooool. My cigar had gone out, but there was still about 5 inches of it. He said, "you're gonna finish this, buddy. You're not going to let it go to waste. Think of it like finishing your vegetables, heh." He tapped all the ash off it and shoved it back in my mouth. He put the lighter to it and obediently I puffed, puffed, puffed till it was burning good again. He told me we were going to the pool. I said, awkwardly around the cigar, "shir, I'm sho turned on by you and shmoking shigars wif you, everyone will see my huge boner in these tiny swim trunks, my dick may even pop right out". Puff. "That's what the jock strap's for, to hold that in. Believe me buddy, no one at that pool will know how damn horny you are except me. How'd you like being marked by my cum?" Puts cigar in his grinning mouth. "I fucking loved it, shir. It was an honor and I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Cigar puff. "Don't worry, you'll get the chance to do it again, I'll make sure of that, heh. In fact, you will do it again whether you like it or not." Cigar puff. "Turned on again so soon?" "Yesh shir, I feel like I could explode. I'm sho horny I'm shwooning, I could go off any minute". "Well reign it in boy. You'll get your chance to cum and I'm looking forward to it, but not right now. And I'm looking forward to taking that butt plug back out...." He grinned, and his cigar angled up in his mouth. I did the same. He puffed smoke into my face. When did I start letting this man order me around and degrade me like this? But I loved it, and I felt I could trust him, and he wasn't doing this to me because he was really a controlling jerk, but because he knew in some way deep inside that I wanted it. I had had the cigar in my mouth since he put it back in and relit it; he said, arm around my shoulders, "take a good puff and take it out of your mouth, then we're going to keep them in our mouths all the way to the pool, like when we first came in. How bout it, buddy?" "Sounds good, sir!" With that, we chomped our stogies once again and headed to the pool. We puffed down the hallway leaving a trail of smoke as people gave us looks. Once again, badasses. Outside we found a secluded area by the pool, in the shade of palm trees, and laid on some lounge chairs. We applied suntan lotion and Joe went to get us some drinks. I sat there, beer in one hand, stogie in the other, hot older guy by my side (I laughed when he said the other people at the pool probably think I'm his nephew) and I thought, it doesn't get any better than this. As the alcohol of a third and fourth beer took effect, I reflected on the day: finally met the man of my dreams, smoked my first cigar and it's so big I'm still smoking it, got to blow him and really really loved it, and now here we are relaxing by the pool and he's got more in store for me... Finally, about an hour later, the sun had gone down, my cigar and his were down to the nub. At his direction, I put it out in the ashtray, finished my most recent beer, and we began the walk back to the room. Did I mention I had had just about a constant erection the entire time? And, maddeningly, I couldn't do anything about it because I was out in public among a lot of people at the pool, but fortunately it was hidden by my jock strap. Also, I was really getting used to the idea of having something penetrate my asshole thanks to that butt plug Joe had put in. While my dick begged to be stroked and to cum, my butthole seemed to squirm around the plug, as if yearning to be filled by something bigger, and alive... like a man. We got back into the room, and I stood there awkwardly as if needing further direction from Joe. He reached into a cigar box and pulled out another stogie. This one wasn't as big as the last, but it was still about 7 inches- a Cohiba, I believe. "Got this from a buddy of mine when he went to Cuba" he said, as he cut it, then he lit it up. Chomping the stogie and grinning, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, sort of pushing me toward the bathroom, puffing along the way. He pushed me till we got to the counter and I was sort of bent over it, palms on the counter holding myself up, looking at myself in the mirror. Quickly, desperately, he pulled my trunks down, then his own, I saw in the reflection his dick standing straight out, he grabbed a condom from the box next to him and put one on, applied lube, pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside, put his cigar down, kissed the side of my neck, and shoved the head of his penis inside me. I gasped with joy mixed with a little pain. At a quick but restrained pace he buried all 8 inches inside me. "Ohhh FUCK!" "Like that, buddy?" He grinned from ear to ear as he held one meaty arm across my chest, the other hand caressing my face. "HELL yes, SIR! I fucking LOVE IT sir!!!!!" I was having the hottest time of my life. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to look at myself in the mirror getting fucked. "Look at yourself. LOOK what I'm doing to you. LOOK AT YOURSELF getting FUCKED. Do you like that???? Is that how you like seeing yourself?" "Oh, YES sir!!!! I fucking LOVE it!" "You like being fucked by me? You like feeling my big cock inside you" "Yes yes YES!!!!! I love your cock inside me, so much, thank you for fucking me SIR!" "My pleasure. I'm enjoying your ass. I think I'm going to make a habit of fucking it." "Nothing would make me happier, it would be an honor, SIR!" with that, I felt him shoot his load inside the condom inside my ass, and I let loose all over the mirror. I panted like a dog and he put his cigar back up to his mouth, and puffed a cloud of smoke toward my face. He didn't pull out though. He actually picked me up by the underside of my thighs, and carried me over to the bed, his cock remaining inside of me the entire time, although it was quickly softening and fell out as he set me down on the edge of the bed. He got a pack of cigarettes out of nowhere and stuck one in my mouth, then lit it. As i puffed obediently like usual, the cigarette sort of dangling and jiggling in my mouth, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. A cigarette was nothing like the large manly stogie he had previously had me puff on. He said, "that first cigar was a treat, and you took to it well, but you're not a true cigar smoker yet. But don't worry, man, you will be. The training begins tomorrow." I nodded, only half understanding, and smoked my cigarette. He ordered room service and we watched tv and ate it and drank beer. I smoked more cigarettes out of the pack he'd provided. I laid back, and dozed off during the news. A few minutes later I woke to something in my mouth- a hot dog? No it was Joe's dick, thrusting in and out, in and out. Waking up to it, I felt a sort of urgency, and jumped up, got down on the floor, and started eagerly sucking his dick ( he was sitting on the edge of the bed). I sucked it and wacked it off at the same time, he had his hand on the back of my head and was quietly encouraging me, "yeah, that's right, just like that, buddy, good job." after a few minutes he shot his load, but this time it mostly got in my mouth and I immediately swallowed that, and there were a few drops on my cheeks and one big drop dripping out of my mouth. On my knees, I looked up at him, eyes imploring, yearning for his validation, his approval, while his seed dripped off my chin. He said, "Good job buddy, good fuckin' job again. You're amazing, you know that?" "I think I might be falling in love with you, sir." * NEXT TIME: The next day, to train me to become a "real cigar smoker" like him, Joe makes me smoke cigars all day, one after the other! Woke up at 10 am, went to bed at 2 am, that's 16 hours awake and each cigar takes about an hour, =16 fucking cigars! Plus more cocksucking, ass fucking, and other things in store! Initiating Kyle The knot in Kyle's stomach seemed to grow the closer he came to his destination. Why had he agreed to this? He could have passed on their offer, could have said 'no thank you' to the two incredibly gorgeous men who had so generously offered to assist him with this endeavor and gone on his way. But he hadn't. Ashe Wilson was the all-American boy-next-door type -- six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds, sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. One look at him and Kyle had been lost. Add to that Ashe's long-time partner, Jason Rogers, with his Italian good looks -- dark hair, brown eyes, olive skin, lithe build, and a pair of lips that rivaled Angela Jolie's. Throughout the course of the evening, he had watched the blond sucking on those plump pieces of flesh and Kyle found himself wanting to do the same. Kyle had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After nervously admitting that he had never been with anyone 'that way' before, Kyle had been sure they would laugh at him and move on to someone else. But they had surprised him, assuring Kyle that he was more than welcome to join them, that they would not pressure him into anything he was not ready for. If he decided at some point he was ready to take the final step, they would be more than honored to share that with him. "We're staying at the Union Square Crowne Plaza in room 923 if you want to join us later," Ashe had said before pressing a kiss to the young man's lips. Kyle swore he could still feel those soft lips against his own. The cab driver's voice interrupted Kyle's musings. "Crowne Plaza," he said as he motioned to the large building he had pulled up to. "That'll be $27.50." Kyle pulled three tens from his wallet and handed them to the driver before exiting the car. Through the floor to ceiling windows, he spied the bank of elevators off to the right, past the seemingly never-ending mahogany check-in desk. Good, he thought. It wouldn't do to wander around the place like some lost idiot who had no business being there. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Kyle smiled when the night doorman bid him a good evening as he stepped into the opulent hotel, returning the sentiment with a quietly offered 'thank you'. His stomach felt as if it were doing somersaults, his already-frazzled nerves fraying even more as he approached the elevator. He could do this, couldn't he? He could ride up to the ninth floor, knock on the door bearing the number 923, and take this final step. Or he could chicken out and go home. Alone. Again. The polished doors slid open quietly and before Kyle could change his mind, he stepped into the elevator. The ride up to the ninth floor took less time than he would have thought, but then again, he'd never been inside a swanky hotel such as this one. He wondered if the elevators in the more 'affordable' hotels were slower. Before he could finish that thought, the doors opened once more and Kyle stepped into the hallway. After a quick glance at the sign on the wall informing patrons of their room locations, 900 to 925 to the right, 926 to 950 to the left, he slowly made his way down the right corridor. Thirty-nine steps later found him standing in front of the room number he had been given. Lifting a nervous hand, he knocked on the door and waited. ~ * ~ The two men did not make it beyond the living area of their suite before their clothes started disappearing, both extremely turned on by the thought of Kyle joining them. They had invited others to join them before, something they did on occasion, but never before had it been an innocent. Both were looking forward to the experience if the young man showed. Ashe moaned as Jason's succulent lips surrounded his cock, slowly bringing him closer to the edge. His lover's talented tongue curled around the shaft, massaging the thick vein just the way he liked it. He slid blunt-nailed fingers into the black shoulder-length hair, knowing his lover enjoyed the connection as much as Ashe did himself. Hearing the quiet knock, Jason groaned around his mouthful, knowing that things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. The vibration slid up Ashe's spine, making him shudder. Jason smiled up at his lover who was reclining back on the couch, Jason on his knees between widespread legs. "Want me to get that?" he asked as he licked his swollen lips, enjoying the flavor of his lover on them. "Didn't lock the door," Ashe said as he nudged his lover's mouth back to his cock. Taking the hint, Jason went back to work. "Come in, Kyle," Ashe shouted towards the door and then closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. Kyle slowly turned the knob and opened the door, not sure what to expect. Were the two men going to pounce on him as soon as he stepped over the threshold? Would they stick to their word and not pressure him into anything? The curtains of the floor to ceiling windows were pulled back, the moonlight casting a silvery glow about the room. It wasn't dark, by any means, and he immediately caught sight of the two men, a naked Jason kneeling between the legs of an equally naked Ashe, his head slowly bobbing up and down. Oh God, he was... "Planning on standing there all night or were you going to join us?" Ashe asked when he opened his eyes again, the light of the hallway spilling into their darkened room. "Oh, yeah, sorry," Kyle stammered as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Now that he was inside, he wondered what he was supposed to do. No sooner than the thought had formed, Ashe was speaking again. "We meant what we said earlier. We'll not force anything on you. Feel free to watch, or join in if that's what you'd like. You'll find that we're pretty open about everything," he said before dropping his head back to the arm of the sofa. Kyle moved further into the room, closer to the two men. He could smell them, the musky scent that accompanied arousal. Deciding to watch, at least for the time being, he slid into the overstuffed chair next to the sofa. He could now see Jason's lips stretched around the thick shaft that glistened with saliva, could see the bliss on his face as he brought his lover pleasure. Jason's dark eyes opened, focused on Kyle for a moment before giving him a quick wink and the young man knew instantly what he wanted. He wanted those lips wrapped around his own member. He unconsciously licked his lips, shifted in his seat to accommodate his growing arousal. "He does have the perfect lips for sucking cock, doesn't he?" Ashe asked, startling Kyle. He had no idea the other man was watching him. Kyle managed a nod and then Jason was crawling towards him, his sleek movements reminding him of a panther on the prowl. And Kyle was his target. Muscles flexed as Jason moved closer and Kyle's body temperature jumped a few degrees as lust swamped his system. Then four hands were tugging at his shirt, up his torso, over his head and off his arms. So entranced by the man crawling towards him, Kyle had completely missed Ashe moving to stand behind him. He gasped as one set of lips teased his already tight nubs and then another set of lips covered his own. One of his hands settled on the back of Ashe's neck while the other rested on Jason's shoulder. As his tongue tangled with Ashe's, somewhere in the back of his mind, the extremely small part that was still functioning at this point, he noticed that Jason's hands, or were they Ashe's, were moving down his chest, blunt nails leaving faint trails of pink in their wake as they moved towards their destination. His stomach quivered when he felt the sucking kisses that were bound to leave a mark or two, and the teasing licks that were moving lower with each passing moment. Nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and freed his weeping cock, and he moaned into the mouth assaulting his own as Jason's lips closed around his shaft. Kyle pulled out of the kiss in order to drag much needed oxygen back into his lungs. He wanted desperately to look down but knew if he did, this would be over before it really began. Obviously Ashe had other ideas. "Look at him, Kyle. His lips wrapped around you, sucking you," he whispered next to Kyle's ear, his tongue teasing the fleshy lobe. Kyle frantically shook his head. "Can't," he mumbled, gasping as Jason took him deeper. "I'll come if I do." A knowing chuckle wrapped around Kyle. "Been thinking of this, then?" A quick nod. "We have all night, you know. And besides, if you come now, you'll be relaxed for later," he said before tracing the whorl of Kyle's ear with his tongue. "Come on, you know you want to. I love to watch those pouty lips of his wrapped around my cock. I know you'll love it just as much." Lifting his head from the back of the chair, Kyle watched as his cock slid between those perfect pieces of flesh, once, twice and on the third time, he let himself go. He groaned through his release, coating the back of Jason's throat with this essence, feeling Jason greedily accepting everything he had to offer. Soft lips covered his own as he came down from his high and then he felt Jason moving, felt the heat of the other man. His mouth was being pulled away from Ashe's and then Jason was kissing him. After a few moments, Ashe joined in and then Kyle felt both men pulling away. He felt a moment of regret but that soon changed when he opened his eyes and watched the two men above him. He could see the love they shared and wondered why they had invited him along. If he had someone like either one of them, there was no way in hell he'd be sharing. Ashe slowly broke the kiss, sucking on Jason's lower lip as he pulled away. He looked down at Kyle and smiled. "Enjoy that?" Again Kyle nodded, his brain apparently still on vacation. "Then you'll love what comes next," Ashe said as he moved off of the chair and pulled both men to their feet, leading them into the bedroom. ~ * ~ "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jason asked Kyle as he slowly brought his soon-to-be lover's arousal back to the forefront. After leaving the living area, they had ended up in a tangle of limbs on the king-sized bed. Hands caressed, mouths teased, tongues licked, teeth nibbled. Do what feels natural, Jason had said and Kyle had. Tentatively at first, but he had finally come around. He had licked the copper disks of Jason's chest, teased the fine hair that surrounded them, worried the tight nubbin that sat proudly in the center of the puckered skin until he had his dark-haired lover moaning beneath him. Kyle had captured the succulent lips and settled in for a lengthy make out session, sucking on the tempting lower lip before releasing Jason from his grip. Then he turned his attention to Ashe. The man's entire body called to Kyle and he wanted to explore every inch of it, but instead settled on the well-defined stomach, loving the way his muscles clenched and unclenched each time Kyle nipped at the skin there. He dipped his tongue into Ashe's navel, caught the dark hair between lip and tongue and pulled gently, earning a full body shudder for his efforts. Well, maybe the fact that his hand was leisurely stroking the thick shaft at the time had a little bit to do with it. And now it was his turn. Or their turn, depending on how you looked at it. "Yeah," he said as he slowly fucked Jason's hand, slick from his own precome. "But I want you to be the one," he said shyly and then looked over at Ashe who was lying beside them. "I want to be able to walk tomorrow." They shared a chuckle over that because there was a noticeable size difference between the two men. Ashe was thick, not quite as long as Jason, but Jason's cock was slender, and Kyle figured he could handle that better than being split open his first time. "We were going to suggest that," Ashe said before leaning over and giving Kyle a quick kiss. "We want this to be something that you'll always remember." Kyle smiled up at the older man. "So far so good." "How about we add some new memories?" Ashe asked as he pulled the younger man atop him, catching Kyle beneath the knees and pulling them towards the head of the bed so that he was straddling Ashe's body, their cocks nestled between them. "Perfect," Jason said as he moved towards the opposite end of the bed. "If I do something you don't like, tell me and I'll stop." "Okay," he said as he looked over his shoulder, trying to watch what Jason was doing. A finger beneath his chin turned his attention back to Ashe. He looked down into sky-blue eyes. "We'll take care of you, Kyle," Ashe said sincerely, knowing that the young man's nerves were probably trying to put in another appearance. "Just concentrate on me, on what you're feeling, and you'll be fine." Kyle nodded. "Kiss me?" he quietly asked and sighed when Ashe's soft lips met his own. "Gladly," Ashe said, deepening the kiss. Kyle felt Jason's lips on his back, leaving a kiss on each vertebra, working his way lower. He stiffened momentarily when he felt the first sweep of Jason's warm tongue over his opening but relaxed as he grew familiar with the feeling. Jason's tongue lapped at the tight ring of muscle, slowly working it open. "That's it, relax and let me in," Jason said quietly as he continued to tease the puckered entrance until his tongue was able to work its way inside. He reached for the bottle of lube they had placed on the bedside table and quickly slicked his index finger. "Now my finger," he said as he slowly massaged some of the oil around the pucker, the tip of his finger dipping inside every few passes. Breaking the kiss, Kyle gasped at the sensation of Jason's finger breaching him for the first time. "Okay?" Ashe asked, concern written in his voice. "Fine," Kyle managed to get out. "I promise it gets better," Jason said as he reached up and stroked the smooth back with his free hand. The index finger of his right hand continued to tease the opening, seesawing back and forth, stretching the muscle even more. "Think you can handle another one?" he asked and after a quick nod from Kyle, he drizzled more lube down the exposed cleft, making sure to coat his middle finger as well. Kyle hissed as one finger became two. "Focus on me, Kyle," Ashe said and reached up to push the sweat-dampened hair back from the young man's face. "Tell me what you're feeling." "Full," he managed to gasp out. "But it's good." Just then Jason's finger stroked over his prostate and Kyle let out a surprised shout, causing his two lovers to laugh. "Told you it was going to get better," Ashe said with a smile. "Jesus fucking Christ," Kyle said as he buried his face in Ashe's neck and enjoyed the sensations that were rolling over him. His ass hurt, but not to the point that he wanted to stop. He knew going in to this that there'd be pain, and that the pain would turn to pleasure once things got going. Jason continued his two-finger preparation for several more minutes, every now and then making sure to brush his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves. So this is what they were talking about, he thought as he slowly became accustomed to the feeling of someone else's fingers inside of him. It was definitely different from having your own inside of yourself. You knew what was coming, the element of surprise absent during his sessions of self-pleasure. "Think you can handle three?" Jason asked as he pulled out and teased the pinkened skin. "Might as well since I've come this far," he said and braced himself for what came next. First the coolness of the lube, then the gentle touch of fingers at his opening. One sliding in, then two, and then the third slowly worked its way inside of him. Kyle tensed. Jason halted his movements and Ashe captured Kyle's lips, trying to take his mind off of the flare of pain he had felt. Their tongues danced together lazily at first, then as Jason began to move again, the kiss picked up its pace as well. By the time Ashe released the swollen lips, all three of them were craving their release. "Now," Kyle panted out. "Fuck me now, Jason," he said as he looked over his shoulder at his dark-haired lover. Positioning Kyle on his left side, right leg bent and knee pulled to his chest, Jason quickly slid on a condom and covered it with lube, then moved in behind the young man. He looked over Kyle's body to where Ashe was lying on his side as well, facing them, and nodded. Ashe leaned in and captured Kyle's lips as Jason's cock slowly breached him for the first time. It burned and it hurt, and Kyle considered changing his mind about the whole damn thing. There was a world of difference between fingers and a cock. "Relax," Jason said as he stroked the trembling flank. They remained completely motionless until the pain gradually began to fade into a dull ache. And then Jason started to move. The ache remained, though Kyle could feel the tendrils of pleasure snaking their way into the equation. He gasped as Jason angled his hips and the cock inside of him brushed over his prostate. "Better?" Ashe asked as he watched the emotions skittering across Kyle's face. The grimace was gone, replaced by a look of wonder. "Better," Kyle affirmed and then he felt warm lips on his chest, a teasing tongue lapping at his nipples and he didn't know which feeling to concentrate on. He was going to lose his mind! And then those same lips moved lower, teased his navel before taking his semi-erect shaft into the warmth of Ashe's mouth. In a matter of moments he was hard again. "Do what feels good," Jason said as he continued his slow, languid rhythm. "You set the pace. Fuck his mouth. Fuck yourself on my cock." Kyle soon found himself approaching sensory overload and could no more hold back the orgasm that ripped through his body than he could stop the world from turning. A scream filled the hotel room as his cock erupted in Ashe's mouth, his internal muscles clenching and unclenching around Jason's cock still embedded deep within him. In his post-orgasmic haze, he heard a groan from behind him followed by a gasp below him, then something warm and wet hit his calf. It was several minutes before any of them were coherent again. It was Ashe who rallied first, rolling onto his back and lying there for a bit. Then he disappeared into the bathroom. Jason was next to rouse and placed a kiss to the sweat-sheened back in front of him. "You okay?" he quietly asked. At Kyle's nod, he slowly pulled out and tied off the used condom. "Give me that," Ashe said as he exchanged two damp washcloths for the used condom. Kyle tried to roll onto his back but was stopped by Jason. "Not yet. Let me clean you up first," he said as he rolled his lover onto his stomach. Gently parting the smooth globes, he tenderly wiped the reddened pucker, thankful there was no blood present. When he was satisfied with that side, he urged his lover onto his back and cleaned up the stickiness that remained there as well. While Jason gave himself a quick wipe, Ashe cleaned up the mess he had made on Kyle's calf. After dropping the cloths over the side of the bed, Ashe joined them, gathering Kyle into his arms. Jason snuggled in behind his young lover. "You okay?" Ashe asked as he nuzzled the damp skin of Kyle's neck. "Yeah," Kyle answered with a sigh. "A bit tender, but I expected that." "You're more than welcome to use the tub or shower. The hot water will help," Jason added. "Thank you. For everything," Kyle said as he leaned up and bestowed a kiss on Ashe, then turned in the blond's embrace to give Jason an identical kiss. "You two have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this." "It was our pleasure," Jason said as he trailed a long finger down Kyle's cheek, smiling when the young man leaned into his touch. "Absolutely," Ashe added over Kyle's shoulder. "Now how about we all pile into that huge tub of ours and relax. The night is still young," he said with a glint in his eye. Initiating Kyle End Initiating My Roommate I had repressed feelings for my college roommate before I came to terms with my being gay. I came out my last semester after we had both made other rooming arrangements. Knowing him to be very open-minded, we remained on friendly terms, but I did not have the stamina to reveal my feelings for him. Many of my gay friends and ex-lovers marveled at his slim strawberry blonde good looks, complete with perpetual tan and brown puppy dog eyes. When he would ask me non-judgmental questions about gay sex, I would always respond with as seductively explicit answers as I could muster. This would normally elicit nervous giggles on his part. Two years ago, such questions escalated shortly after an emotionally searing breakup with a girl friend. On the phone one evening, I softly inquired what else might be the source of his increased curiosity about intimacy between males. He then confided that he had been surfing explicit gay web-sites. I paused, for what seemed the longest time, summoning courage; I asked him if he would like to experiment with someone he could trust. Before he could answer, I suggested we spend the weekend at a secluded camping spot we had enjoyed with other classmates. "That would be nice," he whispered. My heart was not the only organ to jump with exhilaration. I gently reassured him that no one ever had to know of our shared experience. After hastily working out logistical details, I hung up and began a masturbatory fantasy binge, which did not end, until our anticipated meeting in the woods the following Saturday evening. I reminded myself that although I had often glimpsed him nude in the dormitory showers, I never had seen his penis erect and this drove me into a frenzy of erotic imagination. It was after dark when we met at our seldom-tracked trail from memory, now partially overgrown. We held hands, partly to assist each other from clearing the brush on the trail and losing each other in the thick darkness. After arriving at our destination over an hour later, the campsite was only slightly overgrown from our college years. Experienced outdoor types, it took no time to pitch camp and mount our small tent. Slowly we undressed each other as we organized our effects and prepared our first encounter of lovemaking. I sensitively acknowledged his exhaustion. On Saturdays, he works half a day, arising at 5:30, and proceeds to his health club for a long work out in the afternoon. Upon achieving nakedness, he is able to achieve only partial stiffness despite my gentle fondling of his handsomely boyish package. I softly kiss his neck and nipples, I lovingly assist him into my double sleeping bag and watch my beautiful tent mate fall to sleep comfortably in my warm arms. At daybreak, we awake in the warmth of each other's embrace. Listening to birdsong, we reveled in the moment and the heat of each other's bodies by rubbing against each other, intent on each other's exquisite smooth nakedness and body hair. Occasionally, tongues clashed as we exchanged sweet kisses. I am delighted by his willing manner despite his inexperience with men. Sporting hard cocks, we leak warm pre-cum on each other, turning our dry body heat to slippery wetness. We unzipped the sleeping bag to keep it from getting drenched with our lusty effluence. That magic first glimpse of his gorgeous stiff and dripping 7" cock reflexively sent my legs in the air and my fingers spreading my ass cheeks. Either by on-line education or sexual instinct, he immediately interpreted my unabashed yearning and accepted my intimate invitation, preparing our physical rendezvous by scooping shining little puddles of pre-cum where he could find them, first rubbing it on his precious manhood and then fingering it against my waiting orifice. The sensation of his slick finger against such a sensitive spot is electric to me. I gasped out loud, impatient to be filled with the heat of his passion. Finally, after raising my rear to level it with an odd bit of clothing underneath; kneeling, he pinned my thighs to my torso and guided his now throbbing dickhead to my twitching butt hole. AAAAHHHHHHH, the blissful moment when I felt the heat of his excitement penetrate my inviting sphincter. The expression on his face now shifts to one of entranced focus. It thrilled me to know that he was savoring every sensation as my developed muscle massaged his delicious shaft. Once he pushed part way in, he paused I suspect to feel the involuntary flexes squeezing against his swollen dickhead. This provided me with an opportunity to relax and accept the length of his hot thrusting organ deep into the inner recesses of my lust engorged bowels. As my cavity walls grabbed and clutched at his fleshy man meat, he uninhibitedly gurgled little groans and grunts and mumbled vignettes about "tightness". Sometime in the throes of union, we intuitively sensed the need for a shift of body position and without his completely withdrawing from me, somehow we found ourselves on our sides with him behind me. His body spooned against me seemingly on fire, my top leg propped up in the air, his hand clutching the back of my knee, he furiously pumped me from behind, cramming his soft tickling bush against my intensely sensitized ass cheeks. Suddenly, his thrusts stop, and I felt his joy stick give one final expansive throb as my muscles gripped the hardness. Instantly, I feel the splash of his silky climax thickly spray my prostate. The heated syrupy discharge stimulated me to a loss of self-control and I copiously squirt out my own load of cum. The intensity of our convulsive spasms in ejaculation evoked vocal ooooooooosssss and aaaaahhhhhhss as we immersed ourselves in the tender closeness of mutual orgasm. Our small tent is soon reeking with bodily fluids and we are compelled to run out naked in the early morning dew and gather up leaves to absorb the liquids of our passionate encounter. Before retiring to the tent for a couple of more hours of shuteye, we contentedly peed in each other's presence. Arms embraced around each other's waist, we strolled back to the tent and languidly fell back into slumber, bodies entwined. When we awoke, the heat of the day is already nearly at peak and it seemed pointless to dress as we packed our backpacks, happy to continue our hike naked except the packs on our backs and shoes to protect our feet from the rugged earth. Spontaneously, I am able to turn to him and play with his dangling male protuberance, for I have always relished the opportunity to watch and maybe feel another of my own sex be aroused and swell from flaccidity to full erection and stiffness. These playful sessions would sometimes conclude with his musky cum squirting down my inviting mouth and throat. That I was able to do this with the roommate I had lusted after for so long was my ultimate turn-on!! We mischievously fantasized about what we would do if we were suddenly approached by other hikers and caught "in flagrante delecti". This contemplation excites us to another round of sweaty ass fucking. Towards the end of the day, our bodies having been bathed by the warm sun for the better part of the day and being so intent on planning for our next outing, we almost forgot to dress as we approached the road from whence we started. We laughed as we wondered out loud if anyone had seen us from their cars before we became conscious of approaching civilization, emerging from gleeful seclusion where we had communed with nature. *************************** There was a three-week interlude since our last meeting at our remote destination. Other obligations prevented us from planning an earlier date. In the time between our couplings we wrote each other graphically descriptive e-mails of how we intended to pleasure each other. This fevered our desires for physical reunion and we descriptively recounted our masturbatory exploits prompted by our sensual fantasies. We arrived at our same parking place near the main road in the early hours, as our plans abbreviated our next rendezvous to a day hike. Upon meeting, we embraced each other with such a force as to nearly knock each other over. Firm lips pressed against each other, tongues clashing to invade each other orally. I was enthralled to feel his flushed warm and well-defined torso through his flimsy clothing. Hands and fingers now probing and feeling under loose fitting shirts, it was inevitable that exploration would extend under the waistbands of hiking shorts. I promptly reminded him that other campers used this roadside space for parking. With a mischievous grin he quipped, "you would like that, wouldn't you?" We broke off the fervor of our encounter to hurriedly collect our lighter hiking gear, knowing that the true objective of our day's excursion could not be far off. We nearly trotted down the beginning of our familiar trail laughing and joking along the way. After about a half a mile, we both knew to take a fork along a more overgrown trail more likely to provide us with privacy and seclusion. Reaching a small clearing warmed by the rising sun, we knowingly glanced at each other and instantly dropped our knapsacks off our backs. Again, we fervently grabbed and groped at each other. Furiously tugging at each other's clothes, we could not disrobe fast enough. Shoes and clothes flying, his sumptuous male form was revealing itself to me for my sensual perusals once again. Not wearing any underwear, he had me in the altogether first, my straining 6" uncut arousal already wet with pre-cum. I tugged at the strap of a mightily tented jock strap, first pulled down to reveal a beautifully tousled heavy dark blonde bush, and then yanked down enough to free his gorgeous 7" cut slightly arched cock. It greeted me by gracefully swaggering from the release of its constraint, offering me a most pleasing re-acquaintance. Immediately, I caught a whiff of his potent man scent also let loose from the confines of his attire. The assault on my senses made me giddy with delirium. I was swooning as we clashed into each other's arms. The heat, the passion, the velvety smoothness being exchanged in the initial throes of erotic embrace was nearly overpowering. Faces, necks, shoulders, nipples, and stomachs all passionately groped by both extremities and tongues. Boldly our explorations continued to our freely exposed thighs, ass cheeks, crotches, pubes, balls, and cocks. For a minute we lined up our throbbing sex peckers to share the heat and pulsations of our mutual excitement. I made the next move. I had him on his back and I lifted his legs bending his knees to further enjoy his ass. I kneaded and nibbled on those delectable flinching buns to his mesmerizing relaxation. With my thumbs and fingers, I deftly parted his cheeks to expose a sweet pink and puckering opening. Now I challenge the reader to pause and imagine a more beautiful scene than this. What bliss to have at my disposal a magnetic young male, completely and eagerly vulnerable to my every whim. Stunning spread ass cheeks, topped by muscular legs, spread to show off a gorgeous bouncing leaking cock, under which reclined a majestic wrinkled sac concealing two impressive eggs that hung over the top of his lightly furred crotch. This moment was well worth the long wait. In my inspired fervor, I nearly lunged to exploit this awesome feast. My outstretched tongue made a beeline for his pink button. Hungrily I darted about this region, arduously lapping up the pungent crevice taste, feeling and tasting the animated reflexive muscles there. I heard him let out a hiss and in a loud whisper insistently implored me, "don't stop!!" His face shone a hypnotic expression as my tongue firmly moved up his crotch, the fingers of my right hand now gently raising his nut sac for my tongue to massage its underside. Eager to feel the shape of his orbs in my mouth, I gently sucked in one ball and then the next, my tongue exploring all about the wrinkled sac that held them. My left hand now held his throbbing wet joystick, its heat pulsating into my palm. It was irresistible. Patton's army could not prevent me from plunging this silky smooth heated firm roll of flesh into my mouth. He let out a sigh as I was instantly upon him. Tongue working feverishly, the intensity of his earthy man taste only inflamed my fervor. My throat instinctively opened to receive the head of the organ I was now obsessed with. His hips stopped thrusting as he meandered and twisted to change position. Soon I felt the warm length of his body lined up parallel to mine and I was looking down to swinging balls and chin occasionally thrusting against his tickling bush. He insistently thrust my own hips up over him, my cock drooling pre-cum on his neck and upper chest. As he reached to bend my own cock slightly, I knew what he wanted. Before grasping it in oral embrace he flipped us over on our sides. Remarkably, I didn't miss a slurp and his manhood remained tightly trapped in my vacuum packed oral cavity. I felt his tongue swirl around my already drenched stretched dickhead with surprising intensity. As his hips thrust for my open throat to receive his springy ram rod, I felt his own tongue move my aching shaft deeper back into his own warm wet mouth. The feverish pitch of the combined exquisitely sensual activities alerted me to the first warnings in my bursting loins that the point of ecstatic explosion may be near. Suddenly I felt the flesh of his mouth instantly back away from my bathed excitement and I heard the unmistakable gagging of my partner. I backed off from the insistence of my own manipulations as if to signal him that all was well and nothing was expected or required of him in his initiation. Bravely, it was less than a minute before he took me back into carnal oral contact and I resumed throat massaging his man meat with the same ferocity. Having gently reached out to caress his balls, I suddenly felt them spring back into his underside, alerting me to thrust his expanding gristle as far back as I could to receive his inevitable liquid offerings. Sure enough, I felt what must have been long silky ropes of heated man spooge surge down my gullet. I felt his nakedness was flexed with tension and heard his groan of pleasure as the convulsive spasms of his orgasmic organ stretched against the walls of my inviting throat again and again. He had stopped servicing the ardor in my own loins, presumably overcome with the intensity of his climax. Before he was completely relaxed, his tongue once again swirled around my persistently aroused protuberance. As his own member softened in my mouth, small streams of his musky cum swirled back into the base of my mouth. The most intimate tastes and smells of this vivacious male mixed with the now earnest attentions to my sex by tongue and sucking mouth caused me to swoon to the point of no return. The unmistakable churning in my balls triggered the wave of heat that traveled through my groin, to the root of my cock, bursting out the passageway and out my gaping pee hole into the back of the mouth of my insistent partner. With jaw locked on me, I had no recourse but to squirt out this most intimate bodily function into his multi sensate orifice and hope he would not be offended by its pungency. To the contrary, he would not release me until I was nearly completely flaccid. Breathing hard, we embraced and kissed passionately, exchanging our most personal body fluids: cum mixed with saliva. The liquids were positively running off his chin and the sides of his mouth. I assiduously licked about his chin and face, gleefully licking off all the overflow man juices. He grinned like a small boy whose mother had just cleaned his face with a drenched wash cloth. For 20 minutes, we languished in the tall grass, stark naked, legs and arms entwined in blissful repose. Finally starting to rise, he joked that there will be "other places to fuck, today." This humor aroused me out of my semi-somnambulistic state and we gathered our effects to continue our hike. Enjoying our event together, we decided like before, to risk getting caught in our state of undress, and proceed naked except for shoes and backpacks. *********************** Trekking along, the ultimate "happy campers", we would occasionally reach out to one another to sling an arm around a shoulder, entwine our arms around each others waist, or cop a friendly feel about the thighs, buttocks, or genitals. When approaching our expected creek bank we had not foreseen that the water level in the creek would be substantially higher, caused by the heavy rains of two days earlier. Our customary stepping stones were now submerged. We had to remove our shoes and be prepared to carry our effects above our heads, unaware of the depth in some parts to prepare for our crossing. My partner, taking his time to look about the terrain prompted me to remind him that we would most likely encounter other hikers in the vicinity of the creek source. This information had an amazing effect upon him. He cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a battle whoop as his gender prong started to stir and swell once more. Startled but amused, I laughed as I realized that he was being stimulated by the thought of prompting nearby vacationers to investigate and encounter our state of seeming indecency. Muscled limbs flaying about in a spontaneous Bacchanalian dance, he catcalled and hollered at the top of his lungs, inviting others to witness his lunatic celebration in defiance of accepted conventions. His now fully swollen handsome cock shifting about, I thought of the gay strip bars and how willingly the admirers of naked men would part with their money to witness such antics from this comely youth. Soon he had dragged me into the waters of the icy creek and was frantically splashing me from head to toe in an exuberant numbing baptism. Somehow, we found ourselves sitting in the rushing water at creek's edge vigorously "hand jobbing" each other. With the tightness of our grasps on each other's love poles we attempted to overcome the cold water that might douse our inflammations. Victory was ours. We successfully manipulated each other to satisfying climax, the effluence of our passions flowing likes little white clouds down the course of the creek. Again, tempting fate, we lounged about in total undress in the environs of the creek bed. If anyone had spotted us, they probably fled in fright. Gathering up our effects once again and crossing the creek as we originally planned, we proceeded up the hill on our trail. We shivered as the sun was still behind the hill. At the top, we spread some clothes in our packs on a smooth large rock. Putting our effects aside, we were completely naked again and we cuddled allowing the morning sun to dry us. Soon we were fast asleep in each other's arms. ********************** When we awoke, it was past noon by reckoning of the position of the sun. We must have been asleep for at least 2 hours. I could not imagine in that time we had not been discovered by other hikers. Either they were exceptionally tolerant or intended to report us to who knows whom. There was no evidence of our belongings having been tampered with. Again, my companion was happy with the prospect of this inevitability. With mock sobriety, I informed him that one day he would make a good exhibitionist. Secretly, I thought with his looks, he should display himself to others. The warm sun against our sensitized skin and the arousal he experienced with this contemplation, it was evident that our lustful impulses were superseding our sense of caution. Once again we affectionately kissed and groped about our body parts. Both of us now sporting completely swelled cocks and uninhibitedly leaking pre-cum on each other, he had me on my back, passionately kissing me on the mouth. He moved his tongue about my neck, chest, and nipples as I warmly embraced his broad shoulders and strong back. Initiating My Roommate I spread my legs and lifted them fetaly, wrapping them around the small of his back just above those sumptuous supple ass cheeks. No words needed to be spoken. The implication was clear. The ultimate fantasy of my intervening chastity would be realized. I was lucky that my knapsack was nearby, as I was able to reach for it and pull out a tube of lubricant in anticipation of this eventuality. I prompted him to raise himself up, kneeling over me. His joystick at full salute, I thickly lathered the slick goo over its full length. Engrossed by the flinches and twitches in response to my attentive fingers, this task in and of itself was intensely pleasurable and we nearly forgot its intended purpose. As he pulled the tube out of my other hand, I lay back and resumed my leggy embrace about his mid-section. Nibbling on my ear, he reached underneath and confidently massaged my twitching posterior orifice with slick gooey fingers. My muscles automatically pushed to invite the breach of that waiting hole. After so long a time when my visceral tunnel felt a nagging void, it was going be filled and stretched by the delectable heated staff of my loving roommate once more. Withdrawing his fingers, I was pulling back my own throbbing sex to allow him the best possible vantage point of entry. I felt the pliant capable dickhead against my yearning entry and his hot breath against my neck as his hips confidently caused the penetration through my inviting sphincter. Ooooooo raptures were mine again. He paused for a minute; the heat in my bowels was building in anticipation of the delicious ravishing they were about to endure by this now experienced pillar of pleasure. My sphincter working his dickhead was the cue to start stroking furiously. Ball-bearinged hips facilitated the pulsing hot piston that reamed my delighted butthole at a breath taking pace, his low balls slapping at the small of my back and his thick bush cramming comfortably close to my own balls. The muscles of my ass and vitals kept pace with the strokes both in and out, massaging his pleasure pole with an irresistible tightness. We emitted groans and moans, engrossed in our euphoric trance like coupling. If we were to be suddenly discovered by strangers now, in the heat of our passionate intercourse, we would be powerless. Both of us were so addicted to the sensation of our mounting bodily pleasures and desires that we would have no recourse but to allow our astonished onlookers to gawk unobstructed at our act of unsurpassed intimacy and closeness until completion. The exquisite heat, tension, and electricity in my loins once again culminated in the peak of churning within my balls. Unwittingly stroking my own cock, my first shot of man jism hit the under side of my chin. My ejaculatory spasms pressed deep and hard, gripping my invader's thrusting probe, sending him over the precipice to ecstatic release. His dickhead nearly exploding in my viscera squirted out a lovely warm glove of velvety liquid. We lay panting in the flush of each other's embrace for what seemed like hours, his torso and body hair slipping against my odiferous cum. I did not stir until his softened dick flopped out of my satiated butthole. Not saying anything, we climbed off the rock still completely naked to gather up clumps of tall grass to clean ourselves off. ****************************** We had started back and reached our creek landmark again. After crossing with our possessions safely dry, we once again could not resist risk of discovery and spent at least a full hour comfortably loafing in total undress. Catching me off my guard, he mischievously peed on me, laughing hysterically. I was too caught up in the humor of the moment to muster any pee to squirt back at him. We washed each other, rubbing our hands over the supple flesh turned frigid by the rushing waters. Through the noise of water flow and splashing we both heard a sharp crack. We stopped not making a move, listening for any follow up noises. We heard a thumping on the ground as if someone had thrown something at us with bad aim. This was followed quickly by what seemed a single faint female laugh. My companion was again animatedly prompted to hoot and holler. Finally, straining backwards in an obscene gesture of defiance toward the hill above us, he bent up and down waving his glorious 7" wood to any presumed hidden spies. He yelled out "LOOK AT MY COCK!!! Watch me suck my friend's dick." Still in shock, he dragged me out of the creek, dropping on his knees he snatched at my flaccid dick before I realized he meant it. His able fingers stroked and now insistent tongue lapped at my swelling dangler. I was astonished that I was now responding favorably to having my cock sucked before a potential audience, and in the "great outdoors". Before I knew it I had filled his mouth with my heated excitement and I resolved to perform in this show of shows. I yelled out the loudest moans and grunts I could vocalize. I shouted, "YES! Take that throbbing cock all the way down. Milk me of my hot cum. Bury your nose in my smelly man bush." Remembering his relative inexperience, I stifled these theatrical invocations. I did not want him to embarrass himself by gagging in his fervent ministrations. But to my amazement he skillfully slid his head down to the point where my dickhead was bouncing off the entrance to his throat and I confidently thrust my hips to meet his dips. When after I had my liquid seed prompted from me, my limp dick dropped out of his mouth and oozed a long strand to the ground. Still kneeling next to me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, "he will make a great cocksucker, yet." Glad that I had not wasted any pee in our play, I turned in profile, reached for my dick, and pissed in the longest stream I could muster. Our audience, if it existed, never showed itself. *********************************** POSTSCRIPT: I now live in another part of the country and away from my beloved ex-roommate. Two years ago he married a predictably open-minded and sweetly vivacious young woman. I know her via e-mail communication and our correspondence is more frequent than that between her husband and myself. She begs me to visit them. In my confidence about our past sexual proclivities, I have expressed my one regret that I did not have the honor of "popping" her husband's ass cherry. That went to another more insistent than I. She insists that during my visit, I will have the opportunity to drill her husband`s ass to my heart`s content. Their opportunities for much desired M/M/F threesomes are few and infrequent. Afraid of disease and indiscretion, they together regularly surf gay pornographic websites. She explains that her much older brother has been gay for as long as she can remember. At 14, she unwittingly walked in on him and his "pick up". Unperturbed, they continued their sex play in her presence, and she has been an enthusiast of sex between men ever since. Initiation Kneeling on the floor naked, I am intensely aware of everything around me. Every sound, every smell seems magnified. I can hear my own breath and feel my heart pounding in my chest. My mouth is dry and my palms feel clammy. I hear you move across the room towards me and instinctively I lift my head, my eyes meeting your gaze. “Did I tell you to look at me?” Your voice is level and its tone is enquiring more than annoyed. I lower my eyes, feeling a shiver of apprehension race up my spine as I whisper, “Sorry Master. I forgot myself, please forgive me.” “Forgiveness is not an option here,” you say as your fingers twist into the silk of my hair. “You broke the rules and you must learn that is not acceptable. “You are my slave and as such I expect total obedience.” You pause, almost for effect before saying, “So what do you think should happen now?” Nervously I lick my lips knowing that the moment I have been anticipating is near. My voice quivers slightly as I speak, “You must punish me master. In whatever way you see fit.” “Indeed I must punish you and I intend to do so in many and varied ways. Some no doubt you will enjoy, others you will not. “By the end of today I want to see the tears flowing freely down your cheeks. You will learn that your pleasure is in my hands, to mete out as and when I see fit. Have you chosen your safe word yet?” you ask questioningly. “It is essential before we begin.” I hesitate for a moment, thinking carefully before replying. I know that the word needs to be easily remembered in times of stress and high emotion but also a word are unlikely to come up in the course of normal conversation or role play. “Yes Master I have my safe word. It is Mercy.” “That is acceptable,” you say with a slight nod. “However you must be aware that I will still use my discretion. If I believe you are using these words just to spare yourself from a little punishment I will not stop straight away. “Be aware that if you persist in using your safe word at times I deem inappropriate, I will punish you harder and possibly ignore it completely. You must realise that it is to be used ONLY when absolutely necessary. “The objective of what we are doing here is to push your boundaries and explore your limits. If you stop before reaching these limits you will never learn or grow. Do you understand?” “Yes Master I understand.” I hear you move away from me and sit on a chair. I long to watch you but I resist the temptation remaining motionless on the floor awaiting your command which soon comes. “Come here.” your voice is a silky growl. Shakily I stand and walk towards you, head still bowed. I stand before you naked and compliant. “I am going to spank you. I want to feel your flesh warming beneath my hand as I punish you. Bend over my knee.” Quickly I comply, the excitement building within me the anticipation of your touch making me wetter. As I lie across your knee I feel your hand stroke down my back. Not so much a caress as a voyage of exploration. It continues down across my buttocks, cupping each one in turn before pushing roughly between my thighs parting them. Your fingers encounter the burning wetness of my cunt lips and I shiver under your touch. They part my lips and slide over my clit before two of them plunge into my hot, silky depths. I moan softly and you withdraw your hand immediately. Your voice is still so even, so controlled as you speak “This is not for your pleasure, though I can feel from your wetness that you are more than ready for whatever I chose to do next. Let’s see how you feel once I begin to punish you.” I gasp as your palm cracks across my left buttock. I had expected the first blow to be lighter, more teasing than punishing and there I realise my mistake. This isn’t meant as sexual foreplay as I have previously experienced. This is a lesson in obedience and the weight of that first blow focuses my mind. I gasp again as you slap my right buttock and then bite my lip as you pick up the pace, raining slaps on both buttocks in quick succession. My flesh is soon burning and tears have started to my eyes but the heat between my thighs is also increasing. Suddenly the blows stop and your hand returns to my cunt. The instant your fingers touch my clit I come, unable to hold back. I hear your soft chuckle as your fingers play idly with my clit, teasing it between your fingers as you ignore my squirming. The amusement in your voice is clear, “Someone was incredibly turned on considering they were supposed to be being punished. Did I tell you that you could come?” I fight to find my voice my mind still centred on the sensations your fingers are causing between my thighs, “No Master, forgive me I could not control it.” “Good!” you exclaim, punctuating the word with another stinging slap to my already pain soaked buttocks. “That is another lesson I want you to learn and accept. Control is no longer yours. You will react as your body or I dictate. In time I will teach you to come on command, to bend to my will completely but that is still some way off. “However, this was a punishment session and I feel you need to experience true pain to focus you correctly. Stand up!” I struggle to my feet, legs weak from orgasm, backside smarting from the sound spanking I have just received. My mind reels, ‘true pain’, what was this stinging if not real? I watch from beneath my eyelashes as you stand and begin to remove your belt. “Go to the couch and lean over its back, NOW!” your voice rings out in the otherwise silent room. My legs comply almost without conscious thought; I am bent over the low back of the couch, arse proud and high. Your hand caresses my backside and I flinch as your fingers stroke my burning flesh. “Nice.” you whisper hoarsely. “You should see how red it is. I think, however, it maybe necessary to keep your arse covered in the presence of your husband for a while because it’s going to get a lot redder and I am not sure how quickly these marks will fade.” Without warning, your belt cracks across my backside. The blow, unexpected, forces a scream from between my lips. The biting pain more intense than anything I have experienced for some time. Instinctively I make to stand up but your voice stops me in my tracks. “Don’t you dare stand up or I will double the lashes.” You hiss. “You will stay there for another five strokes and I am going to make each one harder. Do you understand?” “Yes Master,” I whisper as tears begin to roll unchecked down my cheeks. The next blow lashes across my backside and I scream again but you don’t stop, three, four, five lashes the pain so intense I think I may faint. The final blow lands and you step back. “Stand up, face me.” Your breath is uneven and I can hear excitement in your voice as I turn and face you, my face wet with tears. “I want you to kneel and thank me but I also want you to know we are a long way from being finished here today.” I kneel slowly before you, I can see how hard you are but the fact barely registers in my pain drenched mind. Your voice commands me, “Look at me and thank me.” I raise my face to yours and speak with trembling voice, “Thank you Master. Thank you for punishing me as I deserve.” Without bidding my eyes return to your feet and I kneel quietly awaiting your next command. To be continued … Initiation Kat opened the door of the cab and stepped onto the sidewalk. Leaning into the driver's window she peeled off a couple of notes, passing them to the driver, feeling his eyes appraising the swell of her ample breasts. She picked up her small sports bag and walked across to the apartment building, adding a little more sway to her walk, so that she could show off her curvy, womanly body. As she reached the doorway, Kat dipped into her purse and took out an envelope. Inside the envelope was a magnetic key card. She slid the card into the slot and listened for the click of the door lock being released. Pushing through the doorway, she made her way across the deserted lobby and into the elevator. She punched the button for the fifth floor and, as the car hummed upwards, she smoothed the front of her button through dress over the curves of her body. The elevator came to a halt, with a soft bump, and the doors opened with an almost inaudible swishing sound. Stepping into a short hallway, Kat strode confidently to the doorway at the far end. It swung open, silently, and she stepped through into an elegantly furnished vestibule. She turned at the rattling click of a key being turned in the lock and found herself facing a rather imposing man, dressed in a dark suit with a vest, cut after the English style, single breasted with a matching vest. A gold chain stretched across the front of the vest between the two pockets. Smiling coolly, the man plucked a gold watch out of his pocket, on the end of the chain and flipped the cover open. Closing the watch with a snap and returning it to his vest pocket, he smiled more broadly and spoke. "Good day to you, my dear Kat. My name is James and I shall be your guide for today and the first part of your stay with us," he told her, his voice sounding very English, the pronunciation clipped and correct. "Hello, James," Kat replied, "How do you know my name?" "You are the only respondent with an appointment for this afternoon," he informed her. Turning, he led the way to a pale wood door, set in the far corner of the vestibule. Gesturing for Kat to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs facing the window, he lowered his six-foot frame into the opposite chair. From a table by the arm of his chair, James picked up a slim file. Opening it to the second page, he glanced over the letter that she had written, in reply to the advertisement in the evening paper. "You say in your letter that you are finding life a little dull and mundane. So you answered the advertisement we placed, asking for prospective Adventurers for our society. You realise what sort of adventures we expect to be having, do you not?" James questioned her. "As the ad was placed in the contacts pages, I assume they will be sexual adventures," Kat replied, smiling. James returned her smile and closed the folder with a clear snap. Standing up he held out a hand and helped her to her feet. Dropping the folder on the table, he led her through a second door into a tiny closet, with a second door at the opposite end. The door had no handle, just a push-button lock and a single silvery coloured plaque with the single word 'Initiation' engraved on the metal. James punched a code into the lock and pushed the door open. Kat followed him into a room with subdued, shadowless lighting, dominated by a low, leather-topped couch. The top surface of the couch was sculptured and fitted with short straps and leather cuffs. Kat placed her bag on the floor and looked into James' eyes. Deep within the black pupils, she could see a glimmer of cruelty, mingled with lust and desire. James reached out and slowly, using just his fingertips, unfastened the top button of her dress. Kat held his gaze with her eyes as he moved his hand lower and lower, unfastening each button as though he was uncovering priceless treasure. When his fingers reached her waist, he lifted both hands and pushed the cloth of her dress over her shoulders so that it slid to the floor. Kat had dressed to excite and tantalise, with her ripe breasts cradled in a soft, black silk bra, trimmed with lace with a fastening between her generous breasts. Around her waist, a matching garterbelt held up black silk stockings and her pussy was covered by a triangular scrap of lace, barely large enough to cover her erect, swollen clit, tied with bows at each side of her hips. James reached out again and unfastened the front of her bra, letting her full, ripe breasts tumble out and tremble with every breath she took. He moved his hands lower down her belly and pinched the end of each bow between his fingertips, tugging gently so that they came unfastened. Kat shook her head, shaking the tumble of brown waves over her shoulders and shivering as she felt the slick material clinging to her smooth skinned pussy. James pulled the silk away and peeled it from her skin. "Kneel on the bench, on your knees and elbows," James instructed her. Kat fitted her shins and forearms into the sculpted hollows in the leather covered pad on top of the couch. She felt the tips of her nipples brush against the chill leather and a gasp slipped from between her lips. James fastened her wrists and ankles to the top of the couch with the leather cuffs, buckling them firmly but not tight enough to cause pain. The hollows in the couch were wide enough to spread Kat's arms and thighs, giving James an unhindered view of her ass and pussy, while the tips of her erect nipples would just brush against the leather top of the couch. James pushed a switch and the couch lowered and tilted a little, raising her ass higher, as her whole body was lowered, on the couch, closer to the floor. James moved behind her and unfastened a panel at the bottom of the couch making a broad notch in the leather platform, so that he could stand right against her ass and the backs of her thighs. Kat swallowed nervously as she realised just how vulnerable she had become, fastened by stout leather bands to this strange device. James ran his fingertips along the silky skin on the inside of her thighs, until they reached the beautifully defined lips of her pussy. Kat drew a sharp hiss of breath through her lips as James gently parted the damp, clinging lips of her pussy, drawing back the hood that her clit was peeking from under. Then he slowly ran his finger along her bare crack until he was caressing the cleft of her ass, the tip of his finger damp from her pussy. James crossed to the other side of the room and carefully took his jacket and vest off, then removed his tie. Hanging them neatly on the back of a chair, he opened a concealed cupboard and took out a metal tray. Choosing quickly, he arrayed a selection of vibrators and dildos on the metal surface and then took a bottle of lubricant and placed it alongside them. One of the dildos was as thick as his wrist, while the smallest was as narrow as a pencil. Opening another cupboard, he selected a handful of tiny golden clamps, like minute handcuffs and a spool of thick silk thread. James crossed to the couch and slid his hand between the leather and Kat's breasts, running his fingertips over the hard points of her nipples. Kat moaned, deep in the back of her throat, as James squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb. She arched her back, feeling the tug of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and her nipples stretched in his grip. Kat heard a metallic click as James picked one of the clamps from the tray and, pulling her nipple with thumb and forefinger, closed it around the base, squeezing tightly. When he released his grip, the hard bud was squeezed by the metal, keeping the tissue erect and swollen. James brushed the tip of his finger across the hard point of her nipple, making Kat's breath hiss between her teeth. He slid his hand to her other breast, cradling the firm globe and trapping her nipple between his fingers. Kat moaned as James pulled gently on her nipple, then yelped as he pinched harder. Reaching out to the tray, James chose another golden clamp and, with a flick of his fingertips, fastened it around the base pf her erect nipple. Now both of her nipples were tightly clamped, swollen and sensitive. James picked up the smallest of the vibrators and flicked the switch in the base. The pencil-thin rod hummed and he touched the tip against the point of her nipple, making her whole body tense, as though electricity was coursing along her nerves. Her skin flushed pinkly and the air was filled with the sweet tang of her pussy as her juices flooded over the tender lips. James moved silently around the couch, prowling like a hungry panther. Kat stiffened as he rested a hand gently on her buttock, his fingertips teasing the cleft of her ass open. The tight ring of her anus opened a little, inviting him to caress and probe the dark rosebud. James stood behind her and slid both of his hands over Kat's buttocks, his strong fingers curling around them and sliding between her spread thighs. Kat's belly tightened as his fingertips teased the lips of her pussy apart and he reached inside to run his fingers along her oozing slit. Kat shuddered as his clever, knowing caresses teased even more moisture from her hungry passage. James' fingers pressed firmly, opening the hot moist lips of her pussy and dipping into the tight passage. Kat felt one fingertip, then two, easing their way inside her, stretching her slowly, gently, but inexorably until he was working the length of his two fingers in and out of her passage. Kat felt the tightening of her passage around his delving fingers as he pushed and twisted them inside her. Her pussy was flooded with her juices, heavy droplets sliding over the soft skin inside her thighs to wet the lace at the tops of her stockings. The wet, slurping sound of James easing his fingers from between the tender lips of her bubbling pussy sounded loud, even over the long, drawn-out moan that rose from her chest. The points of her nipples were even harder and the clamps bit cruelly into her tender buds. "Your cunt is so hot and wet," James whispered into her ear, "and your nipples so hard and swollen. How do you like your initiation, so far?" "Oh God!" she whimpered, "I need to cum so badly. I need to be fucked hard in my cunt." "Not yet," he murmured, "We've barely started." Kat felt the hard, pointed tip of a vibrator spreading the lips of her pussy and then stretching her, as James pressed upon the base, forcing the latex covered rod slowly into her dripping pussy. She turned her head, trying to see which of them he had chosen to thrust deep into her cunt, but she could not bend her head to look between her thighs nor could she see around the curve of her hips. She felt the head of the vibrator parting the lips of her pussy as James slid it along the length of her juicy slit and then her tight passage, stretching as he pressed it deeper. The hard plastic slid easily inside, filling her cunt, and she sobbed as he pierced her yielding body. "Urrgh, my cunt is so full," she groaned, "I need to cum, fuck me, please fuck me hard." Sweat plastered her curly hair to the back of her neck and her forehead and glistened on her smooth skin. The leather beneath her breasts was sticky with the moisture, her nipples dragging against the surface. James pressed harder, forcing the tip of the vibrator deeper into her, until it was pressed against the mouth of her womb. Kat was panting, harsh grunting gasps sounding loudly in the quiet of the room. James flicked the switch in the base of the vibrator, setting it buzzing inside her. Kat arched as spasms raced through her body. The leather cuffs bit into her flesh as she strained against them and she moaned hoarsely. The throb of the vibrator, buried in her cunt, built inside her, making her writhe and squirm with her arousal. James smiled fiendishly, taking the slim vibrator that he had brushed against her nipples and touching the buzzing tip of the wand to her swollen clit. Kat screamed in joyous release and hot sweet nectar gushed from her pussy, over the soft skin of her thighs. Her whole body shuddered as spasm upon spasm of her orgasm swept through her. "Oh Christ, Yes!" she screamed, "I'm cumming now." Kat slumped against the leather, gasping as her sweaty body moulded itself to the top of the couch. Her shrieks slowly faded to whimpers as her cunt tightened painfully around the vibrator, still buzzing, pressed against the opening to her womb. James removed the tip of the vibrating wand from the nub of her clit and then flicked the switch on the vibrator buried in her sweet cunt. Slowly, he eased the slippery plastic out of her oozing slit and cupped his hand over the bare mound of her pussy. The smooth skin was slick and hot, while the neatly trimmed ribbon of fuzz that pointed to her clit was sticky and matted. Kat heard the rustle of clothing, as James unbuttoned his vest and shirt then his trousers, letting them fall into a heap on the floor. She groaned a feeble protest as she felt his fingers parting the lips of her pussy and the hot, velvety head of his cock nestled between them. She tried to shake her head in protest as she felt her pussy being stretched and filled with his cock, moaning softly as he penetrated and filled her tormented flesh. Her pussy ached from the spasms of her orgasm, but she felt it tighten around the fat shaft of James' cock as he slid it gradually inside her. James nudged the tip of his cock deeper and deeper, until it was pressed against the mouth of her womb. Rhythmically, James began to thrust, with long hard strokes, feeling the spasms ripping through Kat's aching cunt. "Please, James, no," she gasped, "let me rest for a minute, I'm not ready for you yet." James just gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, driving the length of his cock deep into her cunt. Kat shuddered and moaned beneath her breath as she felt her nipples scraping across the damp, sticky leather. Her breaths became sharp pants, and then gasps, as James thrust deeply into her hot, dripping slit, the head of his cock tapping the opening to her womb with every thrust. James felt her cunt tighten around the shaft of his cock and heard the ragged grunting of her breath as Kat felt the orgasm building within, despite her reluctance to cum again. Stepping back, James withdrew his cock, slowly, teasingly slipping it from between the plump lips of her pussy. "Not yet, Kat," he admonished, "I'm not ready for you to cum again." Padding around to the head of the couch, James reached down and cradled her chin in the palm of his hand. Slowly, gently, but firmly, he squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips into a pout. Taking hold of the base of his cock, he guided the tip between Kat's lips and slid it gradually into her mouth, over her tongue and almost to the back of her throat. Kat could taste the sweet slippery nectar, from her pussy, smeared over his cock, mingled with the lemony, tart tang of his oozing pre-cum. Kat grunted and moaned softly in encouragement, the words muffled by the mass of his cock in her mouth. The taste of her cum, smeared over his cock excited her and she could feel the tightening of her cunt as she sucked him further into her mouth, gulping the head of his cock into the back of her throat. The ripple of her throat against the head of his cock made James stiffen and thrust into her mouth. Kat's eyes watered but she still sucked gamely on the hard meat in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the throbbing shaft. James rocked backwards and held her head between his palms, while his cock stiffened, and then began to jerk, as he sprayed thick slimy jets of hot cum over her tongue and into her throat. Kat swallowed, gulping his cum down greedily, but there was too much for her to swallow and James filled her mouth to overflowing, leaving sticky trails of goo dripping from her chin onto the leather of the couch. James stepped back and his cock slipped from between her puffy, bruised-looking lips, trailing a long stream of cum from her lips. He was still firm, though not as hard and swollen as he had been a second earlier. The flushed meat of his cock was shiny and smeared with long rivulets of cum and spit, mixed with the thin coating of juices from her pussy. Kat was panting raggedly as the taste of his hot cum excited her still further, making her cunt spasm again and again. She groaned, in a mixture of frustration and need, as her empty passage clenched tightly, forcing the juices within to gush over the tops of her thighs and stockings. James stepped slowly along the table, running his fingertips along her bare, sweaty skin. The touch of his hand was just firm enough to let Kat feel his caress against her damp skin, making her wriggle and rub her throbbing, erect nipples against the damp leather of the couch. Kat moaned as she felt the palm of his hand slide over the cure of her buttock, his fingertips gently widening the cleft between the cheeks of her ass, exposing the dark, puckered rosebud of her anus. James could feel the blood rushing back to his cock, making it stiffen and swell, as he watched the dark opening to her rear passage clench and open again, as though it was winking encouragingly. Dipping his finger into a jar of cool, lubricating jelly, he smoothed the slippery unction over the dark circle of her asshole, gently stroking the tip of his finger across the sensitive skin and then, very gently, eased the length of his finger inside her ass, sliding it past the first and then the second knuckle, pushing and twisting as he probed gently but deeply. Kat moaned softly, her breath almost an inaudible sigh, as James gradually probed her rectum, stretching the ring of her anus. The feel of his finger exploring her back passage excited her, making her tight cunt ripple in pleasure. She whimpered as James eased his finger out of the dark hot passage, imploring him to carry on and not to torment her with his knowing, insidiously pleasurable caresses. James ignored her plaintive sounds and very slowly used the tips of his fingers to spread the cheeks of her ass and open the ring of her asshole. Grasping the base of his cock, he guided the head between her buttocks and pressed it against the centre of her asshole. She could feel the head of James' cock spreading the tight ring of her anus as he pushed slowly into her back passage. Pushing back and panting, Kat tried to force herself further onto his swollen cock. Kat yelped as the ridge of James' cock head slipped past the tight ring of her asshole and into her rectum, the sound becoming a long, bubbling sigh as she felt him filling her with his thick cock. James' hands tightened on her hips as he thrust, slowly but forcefully, driving his cock to its full length into her backside. Kat trembled, from head to toe, as his cock invaded her bowel, stretching her tight ring and probing deeply into her backside. James eased his grip on her hips and brought the hard palm of his hand down onto her rounded buttock with a stinging slap, the sound filling the room like a rifle shot. Kat's body contorted in a long, orgasmic spasm as dark sparks of pain, from the reddening hand priunt on the cheek of her ass shot directly to her clit and cunt. The spasm of her cunt and ass caressed his cock and he began to spray more cum into her ass, thinner streams of slippery liquid this time, but still enough to fill her ass until it overflowed and trickled down the inside of her thighs. The sensation of having her ass filled with James' cock and cum pushed Kat into a tempestuous orgasm, ripping screams of frustration, then release, from her throat as her body was wracked by spasm upon spasm. James' cock softened and shrank inside her as the spurts became weaker, emptying his engorged sac into her ass. Thin trails oozed from her asshole, dribbling down the inside of her thighs to mingle with the drying streaks of cum already there. James stepped back and the tip of his cock slid from the embrace of her asshole, leaving a sticky stain along the cleft of her backside. James took a robe from the back of the door and shrugged it on, then unfastened the cuffs around Kat's wrists and ankles. Gently, almost tenderly, he helped her to swivel around and sit upon the edge of the couch, her limbs still trembling as the waves of her release subsided. Looking into the depths of her soft brown eyes, he brushed the matted hair away from her face and then reached forward. With two practised flicks of his finger an thumb, he released the clamps from her left and right nipples, letting them fall into the palm of his hand. The sudden rush of blood from the swollen sensitive points dragged a final, whimpering orgasm from her. Kat shuddered, her eyes wet as she looked deep into James' and she felt the oozing wetness from her pussy and ass sticking her tender flesh to the leather couch. Initiation "Welcome, Kat," James told her, "You have been initiated into membership as an adventurer." Then, leaving her to collect her clothes and dress, he strode out of the door. Initiation It's been a week since Julie started at her new sorority. She moved up to college from somewhere in rural Arkansas and she missed home. She had a hard time keeping up with her class schedule and when everything happens, not because she was new to college life. It was because all she could think about was her ex-boyfriend back home who dumped her right before she left. She believed the reasons were just, but she missed his body and presence so much. Here she was, alone in her room on a Saturday night missing all the parties on campus because she was heart broken over this loser. She started to feel all wound up inside. This caused her to start touching herself. She knew that this would make her fall asleep or just make a mess, but she went a whole week without a nice big cock in her pussy and she needed to release. She walked to her suitcase and took out the ten inch vibrator she bought. It was still in the package. She bought it for the semester to help remember him. Now it was her way of getting him out of her mind for good. She opened the package and put in the batteries. It was red and designed to look like a real man's penis. She started to rub the ridges along it, imagining it was his penis getting ready to be sucked. She started licking it slowly, pretending to taste the sweat that would be dripping off of it. She then pulled the straps down on her top so that her breasts were exposed. She then began to rub the vibrator over her breasts, slowly teasing her nipples till they were hard. She started to moan softly as she imagine his cock rubbing her tits the way they did a couple weeks ago. She then began to pull off her shorts to reveal her pink g-string. She started wearing thong underwear six months ago to tease him when she wore the tight skirts he liked. She starts to rub the vibrator against her clit outside the g-string. In her mind, it was his tongue licking it and driving her crazy before he would move the thong to the side to lick her hard. She moved it to the side and began to finger the top as the vibrator stayed near the bottom of her now moist pussy. She started to moan a little louder now as she starts to pound the vibrator inside of her. The roar of a car's engine and the sounds of keys startles her and she quickly jumped into bed to pretend she was asleep. Her roommate walks in and starts to undress. Her roommate, Jan, was from New York and they rarely spoke. Jan looks around and notices the remains of the package on the floor. She picked it up and looked at Julie, who realized she had been caught. Julie looked up to see Jan looking at her with a softness she never saw before. Jan drops her skirt to reveal a black thong. She then removed her top to show her firm breasts augmented by nipple hoops. Jan starts walking closer as Julie felt scared. She seemed to lighten up when Jan slid next to her in bed. Jan then began to kiss gently on Julie's cheek, her tongue sliding a little til she started to kiss her lips. Their tongues began to touch each other as they began to touch each other's breasts. Julie was stunned. She had never thought about touching another woman before. As Jan began to kiss around Julie's nipples, they heard the door open and Jan's friend Marcia came in. As soon as she saw Jan's ass in the air, she bends down and starts licking her pussy from behind. Julie felt Jan tense a little when Marcia started. Jan then begins to kiss down Julie's taut stomach and begins to tease Julie's pussy, licking slowly at first until her tongue starts stabbing into her folds. Julie was confused. She had never had a woman lick her there, but it felt way better than that screw off ex of hers. She leans back and watches as Jan kept stabbing with her tongue. She could feel the passion welling off inside. She watches as Marcia takes a finger and starts fingering Jan in the ass while Jan is licking her. Julie wanted to feel a finger inside her so bad, she came on Jan's tongue. A smile crept across Jan's face as she realized what she had done. As Marcia began to pound with two fingers, Jan starts to moan loudly. Julie then crawls around and begins to lick Marcia thru her white panties until they turn transparent with wetness. She then moved them to the side so she could try to lick them. Her attention was diverted by what felt like her vibrator near her pussy. She looked to see Jan rubbing her clit with the vibrator. Julie began to moan as she plunged her tongue deep inside of Marcia like she saw Jan do to her. She was surprised of how her first taste was. It wasn't as bad as that cum her ex made her swallow about a few month ago. It was more pleasant, more wonderful. Julie began to slowly push one finger into Marcia's pussy. She heard Marcia moan loudly as Jan's moans became louder. She felt another orgasm coming on, so she begins to pound Marcia harder until she feels her coat her finger with cum. Julie then lets out a louder moan as she comes on the vibrator. Jan then finally comes as she screams loudly. It was quiet for a moment before Jan introduces Marcia to Julie. They sit on the bed and talk for hours about ex boyfriends and school. They then decide to get together more often to release their college frustrations. They all tongue kiss before Marcia goes back to her room . Julie then falls asleep, relieved that college wouldn't be so hard after all. Initiation It was a hot summer's evening in South Kensington and I was sitting in my room in our Catholic student hostel. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling alone and depressed. The thumping heartbeat of a disco came from the basement. There was one every week. The music got on my nerves at times like this. There are two things I can do, I thought. I can sit here and be miserable, or I can go down there, get pissed and maybe hit it off with a chick. I chose the latter. Down in the basement it was dark and stuffy. The air was thick with the smells of beer, cigarette smoke, sweat and human passion. Beneath the flash of disco lights a mass of heads bobbed up and down in rhythm with the crashing beat. I was too shy and depressed just to plunge into the middle of them so I stood by the bar and downed several beers, one after the other, eyeing up the girls. This was the age of the miniskirt. There were more girls than boys, and many were dancing barefoot with each other, their feet intersecting, their toes twisting on the floor, their long, graceful legs bending and thrusting forward, sometimes between the legs of their partners. My cock swelled. Some were dancing alone. I caught the eye of one of them, a cool, slender leggy blonde wearing a tight, silvery miniskirt. I went over to her and asked her to dance with me. So there we were, bobbing away to the tune of The Police's 'Message in a Bottle'. We moved closer to each other. I placed my hands on her hips then began running them back over her buttocks. "Don't do that," she said. "Why not?" I asked. "I'm a nun," she replied, smiling sweetly. "A WHAT?" "A nun." She drew out a cross from between her tits to prove it. So there you have it, I thought. This was the Seventies, of course, the age of the 'liberated' Church. The dance ended. I thanked her and went to get another pint. I downed it in one. I just had to get out of there; I'd never had any luck picking up girls at discos anyway. There was always some silly answer as to 'why not?', although I'll never forget this last one. Outside on the street it was cooler - at least in comparison with the basement. A few people stood around, taking a break. I lit a cigarette. There was a guy there, a dark-skinned Asian type with close-cropped black hair, dressed in tight blue jeans and a brown leather jacket. I knew him by sight. I'd often seen him around the hostel, though I guessed he didn't live there. He was about my height, slim and very good-looking. I caught his eye and went over to him. "So how's the disco?" he asked. "Boring." "Let's go round to my place and have a beer." "Sure." Anything to fill the vacuum. He lived just round the corner, in a small bedsit at the very top of one of those large typical terraced houses in South Ken. The room was hot, darkly-lit and smelt faintly of incense. There was a futon on the floor, and beside it, an old, battered leather sofa. He went to a small kitchen alcove and pulled a six-pack out of the fridge. "Want some dope?" he asked. "OK." We sat on the sofa and guzzled away, sharing a joint and talking. Our studies, religion, Life, the Universe and Everything. His name was Chad. He was an engineering student at IC. I was studying music at the RCM. We got more excited and giggly, and our talk inevitably drifted to girls. It seemed he wasn't having any more luck in this area than I was. We edged closer to each other. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. "There was this girl. She shagged me once, then disappeared." He'd been very upset. He'd built a small altar to Krishna, but had smashed it in a rage. It was hardly the Krishna's fault, I suggested. It was just that the girls were so snooty. "Never run after a girl, or a bus," I told him. "There's always another one coming round the corner." He laughed when I told him the story of the swinging nun. Girls were a bad lot, we decided. Male friendship was so much better. Men understood one other better. Men knew how to love each other better. We were perched on the edge of our chairs now, our faces so close we could feel each others' breath. There was an awkward silence, a sudden tension in the air. Chad looked away and stared at the floor. Then he glanced up at me shyly. "Do you want to try this homosexual thing?" he blurted out. My heart thumped. I felt a hot flush at the back of my neck and a quite unexpected surge of lust. I'd had crushes on a couple of boys at my single-sex school, but I never thought I'd go so far as actually doing anything with another guy. I'm not gay! But then why not try it? Man-to-man body contact? My cock began to uncurl and thicken at the thought. "All right," I croaked. "Let's take our clothes off then." My heart pounded away as we stood up and stripped, casually tossing our clothes together in a heap onto the sofa. First jackets, then shirts, revealing hairy chests and stomachs. Off came shoes, then jeans. We peeled off our socks and threw them on top of our shoes. Clad only in our briefs, we paused and glanced at each other, grinning nervously. My eyes ran over his broad shoulders, his chest and stomach, his slender waist, his almost feminine hips, his thighs and legs, then on down to the floor, where two pairs of long, bony bare male feet stood planted apart facing each other, toes digging into the carpet. Would those feet soon be touching during homosexual contact? I was almost shocked at how aroused I was, and I could see he was excited too. There was a telltale bulge beneath each pair of briefs. This was the moment. At this point we were still just two friends relaxing together in a hot room, wearing just our briefs, right? But once they came off - well, that was something else. We'd have crossed the Rubicon. Who was going to get naked first? "Both together on the count of three." I suggested. " Ready? One - two - three!" Whoosh! Down and off they came. We tossed them on top of the heap of clothes and stood with our legs apart, two men face to face, naked together. Our eyes ran over each others' bodies. I'd been naked with other boys in the showers at school of course, but never alone and in private like this. I'd never felt so totally nude, so exposed, with my bare, white body facing the bare, brown, hairy body of another man; a man with whom I was about to exchange body fluids. Two thick, uncircumcised cocks, brown and white, jutted out like flagpoles from bushes of pubic hair, their moist tips just inches apart. I caught odours of pheromones and sweat, plus a faint whiff of freshly-bared feet. "Our feet smell." I sniggered. "Oh you're so romantic!" he sighed mockingly. We burst into giggles. Our shyness evaporated. Hands on hips, we thrust our stomachs out and swayed from side to side, grinning lasciviously like a pair of tarts. We twitched our cocks at each other. "Oh man, what a pair of whoppers!" I ventured. We spluttered with laugher again. "Is this your first time with another guy?" he asked "Yes," I admitted. "Mine too." We closed in on each other. Words cannot describe the electric thrill I felt as we ran our hands over each other, feeling the light brush of body hair on each other's skin. A man's body has a totally different feel to that of a girl's, harder, firmer, but warm and brotherly. Our cocks touched. We drew back our foreskins and rubbed our glistening purple helmets together. This was something I'd often fantasised about doing with boys I'd had a crush on - and here I was, really doing it! I felt his toes brush mine. In a thrill of lust I hugged him tightly and kissed him, sucking on his tongue. I ran my hands over his smooth back, reaching down to the cleft between his curving buttocks, and rubbed his feet with mine. Two naked guys snogging! But it felt so natural. It was an extension of friendship - a mutual giving of comfort. Somehow this was the real me, secure, masculine, able to share affection and passion with my friend without any of the mind games we're forced to play with girls. We were both breathing heavily now and sweating. I felt a huge climax swelling up. I clasped him tighter and began thrusting my body against his. We staggered about, feet between feet, almost losing balance. "Not yet Paul, not yet," he gasped. "Take it easy - let's do it nice and slow. Here - let's lie down for a moment." I held myself back and we lay down together on the futon, side by side. I was getting desperate - I wanted to have it off with him as quickly as possible, fearing he might back out at the last moment. But he calmed me down, making me lie quietly beside me while he caressed my chest and thighs. "You have a beautiful body, Paul," he whispered. "So milky-white. So creamy. Like Christ." "Your body is beautiful too, Chad," I replied. "Strong and sweet, like brown sugar. You're Krishna and we're two brothers, brown and white together." I glanced down at our feet, sticking up like cacti at the bottom of the futon, the inside pair touching. Our pricks were stiff as cucumbers. "Let's love each other," I whispered, and moved to roll on top of him. He gently pushed me back. "Shhh, soon! For now, let's just be Christ and Krishna in love," he said. "Let's lie here and feel eternity flow around us." He rubbed the tip of my cock with his forefinger. But I wanted something else to flow. I grasped his cock and gently pumped my hand up and down. He arched his back and gasped, then slumped back. "Oh all right then," he sighed. "Look, you can do whatever you want with me. You can use me like a woman if you like..." "I'd like you to use me like one." I replied. "I want to know what it feels like to be a girl. Come here..." "All right then." I opened my legs, reached over and gently drew him over on top of me. I thrust my cock between his thighs, just under his balls. He grinned. Laying his cock between our stomachs, he gripped mine between his thighs, clasped my buttocks and began thrusting back and forth, grunting theatrically. I clutched his sweating back and panted in rhythm with him, trying not to giggle. Was this what it was like to be a girl? I felt the weight of his warm, hard body pressing down on my chest and stomach, his thighs pushing my legs apart, the jerky power of his thrusts as we rocked back and forth together. "How does it feel, babe?" he breathed into me. "Oh man, this is fantastic. Give it to me, Chad! I'm coming! I'm coming!" He began pumping faster and his grunts grew louder, rising in pitch. I stretched my legs down and felt the touch of his feet between mine, then reached down with one hand to finger the cleft between his buttocks. Oh God! Here it comes! I squeezed his feet between mine and teased my climax up, up, up, up - then... MMMMMMMMMMMM! - we thrust our tongues into each others' mouths, hugged each other tightly and groaned into each others' throats. I caught a glimpse of my spunk squirting high and splattering over his thighs and buttocks and felt the warm gush of his between our stomachs. My heart thumped like a piston and the blood pounded in my head as our cocks throbbed together and our flesh melted, fusing into a single mass - the beast with two butts! We rocked back and forth, gently now, kissing each others' faces, sighing and moaning, rubbing our feet together. I'd done it. I'd just had my first orgasm with another man. "Did you get yours OK?" He asked. "You're kidding. Couldn't you feel me?" "Mine was pretty intense!" "Mine too. Hey, so guess what?" "What?" "Christ and Krishna just 'came' together. Now that's ecumenism!". We burst into a fit of the giggles. A pair of filthy rascals. That's what my ex-girlfriend would call us. "Terrific fun, isn't it?". He eased himself off me and we lay together side by side, hands clasped, our chests rising and falling. Before we knew it, we'd drifted off to sleep, cocooned within each other's flesh and shielded, for now, from the world's dark strategies. I woke up. It was dawn, and the ceiling was unfamiliar. Where was I? I raised my head. To my shock I saw two bare male bodies, brown and white, lying side by side and two pairs of male bare feet sticking up at the bottom of the futon! Oh God! What had I done? I remembered. I'd done IT, that's what! I'd joined that 30% of heterosexual men who'd had 'homosexual contact to the point of orgasm' as the Kinsey Report says. My first feeling was shame. How could this happen? I'm not gay! I glanced over the raunchy male body beside me, the muscular hairy chest, delicate hips, the large flaccid cock draped over one thigh and pointing towards me, the thick pubic hair. I glanced at our feet again and my cock began to stiffen. I was getting horny, despite myself. Oh come on, I thought, let's plunge right in and 'make sure'. There were certain things I'd fantasised about doing with boys, apart from cock-rubbing. Maybe I could do them now. I grasped his cock and began to massage it gently. It stiffened and I heard him groan. He awoke, then grasped my cock in turn. I raised myself up, bent over him and for the first time in my life took a male penis between my lips. I began sucking on it. He groaned again and arched his back. "You going to suck me?" he gasped. "You want me to?" "Oh man, I want." "Would you stand up please?" I said. He stood up on the futon and braced his legs apart. I knelt in front of him and caressed his heavy balls. I took his cock, gently drew the foreskin back and closed my lips around his thick purple mushroom. I only just managed it. I have a small mouth and his glans filled it totally. He took hold of my head and began thrusting gently back and forth. I clasped his smooth brown buttocks with both hands and sucked steadily and rhythmically, tickling the tip of the glans with my tongue. With one hand I caressed his scrotum and the area between balls and rectum. With the other I reached between his buttocks and gently fingered his butthole. I could taste the salty tang of pre-cum. His thrusts became faster, shorter, he began grunting - louder and louder - then suddenly pulled my head onto his stomach, bent over me and gasped. His cock started throbbing. Dollops of warm cum burst into my mouth. It had the consistency of cream and tasted slightly salty. I sucked hungrily, gulping it down my throat as fast as possible, desperate not to miss a drop. He gave a long groan. My hands flowed down his legs and stroked his feet. Now I'd really done it! Another man's spunk had become part of my body. I continued sucking away until I felt his cock grow softer, then I pulled back with my lips and released it with a slight 'pop'. We giggled. I looked up at him, then stood up. My cock was painfully stiff. "Lie down please, Chad," I pleaded. "Don't you want me to do the same for you?" he asked. "Not yet. Lie down..." He lay down on the futon. I bent down and lifted his feet in both hands. I buried my face in them, nuzzling, licking and kissing the dark yellow soles, running my tongue between his bulbous toes. The bare feet of a man whose cum I'd just swallowed! I clamped them around my quivering cock and looked imploringly into his eyes. "Jerk me off like this. Please!" I begged. Grinning back at me, he gripped my glans firmly between his toes and began moving his feet up and down. Bracing my legs apart, I supported his heels in both hands and thrust my hips back and forth in rhythm with the movement of his feet. I glanced down and saw my moist glans popping in and out between his big toes. A great balloon began swelling up inside me. I teased it up as far as I could till I felt I was going to burst. I popped it. Gripping his feet tightly, I threw my head back and gave an almighty groan, then burst into hysterical giggles as streaks of spunk squirted out in a wide arc between his toes, splattering his belly, cock and thighs. My heart thudded as Chad's raw male nakedness washed through my entire being; hairy chest, belly and thighs, cock, balls, butthole, big male bare feet clamped around my throbbing cock. I never knew an orgasm could be so devastating, so mind-blowing. It seemed to go on forever. The throbbing slowly subsided, my sperm trickled over his toes, dribbled down the soles and dripped from his heels to the sheet. The grip of his feet on my cock became slightly painful. I disengaged them, lowered them gently onto the futon, then collapsed forward on top of him, clasping him tightly and kissing him passionately. We squirmed and twisted into each other for several moments, kissing, gasping, groaning and rolling about, our bodies slick with sweat. The room was heavy with our shared smell. Before long our cocks had stiffened again. We gradually maneuvered ourselves into the sixty-nine position, clasped each others' buttocks and began voraciously sucking on each others' cocks. Chad was on top. The warm tight suction of his mouth brought me swelling up to the point of detonation and for the second time that morning, wave upon wave of delicious orgasmic fire began crashing through me. Above me I saw a double crescent of hairy buttocks heaving gently up and down, a puckered brown butthole and two thick, hairy balls, pulsing now as warm, salty cream pumped into my mouth and throat. Moaning and sucking sounds filled the room. I released his cock, nuzzled his balls, then lifted my face and buried it between his buttocks. I clasped them tightly and kissed his butthole like it was the mouth of a girl, rimming it with my tongue and gently thrusting the tip inside. Oh man, I've really done it now, I thought. We eventually got up and took a shower together. As we were soaping each other's balls, Chad squeezed our cocks together and began pumping his hand up and down. Uh-oh, here we go again. "God, we're fuckin' hopeless!" I laughed. Chad said nothing, but grinned and kept on pumping. I pushed him back against the shower wall. We hugged each other tightly and kissed. On our toes, feet quivering, we slid up and down against the wall, pushing into each other and panting faster and faster till, with a combined groan, we ejaculated together beneath a splash of bright wet jewels. Jets of spunk spurted out between our stomachs, mingled and dribbled over Chad's hand, then dripped down onto our thighs and feet. The faucet hissed. Shimmering curtains of water cascaded over our heaving bodies. We washed and dried each other, then made coffee. Still naked, we flopped back onto the sofa and lay there side by side, legs stretched out, feet crossed. We lit cigarettes and began idly fingering each others' cocks. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Fuckin' shagged out man, but just great." "Me too," he grinned. "Hey, guess what?" "What?" "We didn't use any protection." "Yeah, right," I grinned back. I extended my inner leg and gently stroked his feet with my toes. "So who's gotten who pregnant then, darling?" He giggled. Our cocks had stiffened yet again. We moved closer to each other. "Let's see who shoots higher," I proposed. "Bet I can hit the ceiling." "Oh yeah?" We tangled our legs together and jerked each other off, drawing each others' foreskins back and squeezing each others' cocks for maximum discharge. Amid gasps and sighs, a few final gobbets of spunk shot into the air. About a six inch spurt each, I guessed. The sight of our interlocked feet thumped through my brain as I came. We wiped ourselves clean with tissues and dressed, exchanging our briefs and socks as souvenirs of our encounter. Then we went to the hostel for breakfast. As we walked along the street, I felt conscious of the secret bond between us. A pair of filthy rascals. Right. "Where have you two been?" one of the guys asked as we sat down.. "Oh, we were up at cock-crow," I replied. "We met up, had a milk-shake and came here together on the 69 bus." Initiation Chad and I glanced at each other trying not to giggle. The others looked puzzled. "I've never heard of the 69. Where does it go?" "To heaven I think. It's a night bus, a double-decker." "Oh." On the way to college that morning I experienced swings of elation and depression. Conscious of wearing another guy's briefs and socks, of having his body fluids inside me, I felt thoroughly corrupted. The world had changed. I didn't want to look at the women I met, but every man I saw I imagined naked with me on a bed, his hairy, muscled body pressing down on me, our heads rubbing together, his big bare male feet between mine, both of us panting, grunting, sweating. My girlfriend problems seemed light-years away. What had happened? Chad and I didn't repeat our encounter. He stopped showing up at the hostel and I couldn't remember exactly where his bedsit was in that row of almost identical terraced houses. I'd liked to have continued the affair, but it didn't happen. I've no idea what became of him. But the 'new me' had been liberated. I went on to have other girlfriends and eventually got married. But there was always a secret corner where, during dark times, I could enjoy a good sweaty wrestle with one of my buddies. And there were to be several such times. One such friendship lasted decades, through marriages and girlfriends, across three continents. But that's another story. I've kept Chad's briefs and socks though. I jerk off with them from time to time. Initiation Angique sat in front of her huge vanity mirror. She was concentrating on cleaning an eye. The soft kiss on her neck surprised her. She looked up and saw a totally ravishing Kristie. The girl was wrapped in a white terry cloth robe. Her hair still dripped from the shower. Angique turned and took her in her arms. She planted velvet kisses all over the freshly showered face. "Mmmm, you smell lovely, little animal," she breathed. Then she opened the robe to expose her flushed body. "And you look delicious, too." Kristie beamed. She made a slow pirouette, her arms wide. "Follow me, pretty butterfly," Angique said. She went to the walk-in closet. "But first dry your hair. You can use the blower in my bathroom." Inside the deep closet, Angique went to a drawer. She took a few items out of it. She spread them on the low table at the centre. One of the items was made of thin and supple leather. It had a dark olive colour. The construction was very intricate. It consisted mostly of straps and silver metal buckles. When the blower next door stopped, she left the table and went to get the girl. She commended her on the cloud of golden hair. It floated gloriously around her sweet face. Then she took her hand and led her to the stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Look how lovely you are," she whispered in her ear. With one hand she cupped a full tit. It was crowned with a stiffening nipple. Kristie moaned. She spread her thighs to display her shaven pussy. It looked swollen and flushed, no doubt from her stay in the shower. She must have shaved it once again to make sure she would be perfectly smooth. "Alright now, honey," Angique whispered. "Now close your gorgeous eyes." The girl obeyed. Angique took the black silk blindfold she held behind her back. She placed it over the eyes and tied a knot behind the head. She felt Kristie's body stiffen when she did so. She told her to relax and trust her Mistress. The girl immediately relaxed. A small sigh escaped her mouth. "Now please stand and walk to where I take you," Angique said. She led the blinded girl to a place next to the low table. She took a small slender vial and poured part of its gold coloured content into her hand. "Smell, Kristie," she said. She held the hand under her nose. The girl sniffed and sighed her appreciation. Then Angique let both hands slide over her shoulders. They went down the arms and to the hands. She started to rub the skin. The oil spread a sweet glow and an even sweeter scent. "Oil?" Kristie whispered. "Virgin oil," Angique answered, chuckling. She spread more on her back, her loins and thighs. She proceeded slow and thoroughly, but light as a feather. When she had oiled all parts of the tanned body, she came to the breasts. She kneaded them with extra attention for the nipples. It made the girl moan and squirm. "Spread your legs, darling," Angique said. Then she started to massage the oil into the pouting cunt lips. - the lovely angel wings the girl was so proud of. "Oh my, you are wet, you sexy animal," she smiled. She slipped two fingers into the girl's cunt and made her pant. "Now, please listen," Angique resumed after she kissed the shining slit. "When inside this Villa, darling, I want you to be naked, shaven and oiled like this. Always, do you understand?" The girl nodded. "Repeat it, love," Angique said. "When in Villa I must be naked always. I must shave and oil myself like this," Kristie repeated with a little girl's voice. It made Angique suck in her breath. Oh God, she thought. I'll make you perfect, sweet slut. You are so good. Angique turned the stool. She took Kristie's hand. "Please stand and raise your arms, honey child," she said. "Stretch them to the side. Then spread your legs about two feet." Kristie did as she was told. Angique took the outfit of leather straps. She buried her face in it. She deeply inhaled the scent. Then she pushed it into the face of the blindfolded girl. "Smell this, Kristie. Smell the scent of leather at the centre of your dark, private dungeon. It is the essence of your bondage. Fill your sweet head with it. Every time you smell this again, it will go straight to your aching little cunt. It will make your juices flow. Do you hear, Kristie? Inhale and know forever that this is the scent of your masters. Smell it. You'll feel your legs weaken. Your nipples will harden. It is leather, darling. It is sweet slick, fragrant leather. It is the fabric of your destiny." She gave the girl a minute to inhale, watching her shiver. Then she spread her hands. She let the chaos of straps and buckles sink over the blindfolded head until it rested on the girl's shoulders. She pulled at strap after strap and closed each buckle. At last the shapeless bunch took form on the girl's body. It tied her in from neck to crotch. Then down her thighs and calves. The tits were left free. But the straps right under them pushed them up and out. They were shaped like little balconies of leather. When she tied the leather over her chest and belly, she heard the girl wince. Kristie breathed hard. The straps bit into her ribcage and abdomen. Angique turned her around. She started to strap in her arms and shoulders. Then she finished doing the back. She kissed the girl in the neck and went down to check the lower body. She was careful to keep both entrances open and accessible. When she started strapping the thighs, the leather slipped on the insides. She saw how wet the skin was. The girl dripped with the juices of her arousal. With a long, pointed tongue Angique followed the liquid up to its source. Then she entered the swollen lips. At last she touched the hard red pearl. It made Kristie collapse in a massive orgasm. She howled as she released her pent up emotions. Angique let her rest for a bit. Then she took off the blindfold. She cleaned up the thighs and pussy with a soft warm towel. She inhaled the scent deeply before throwing the towel into the laundry basket. Then she took two extremely high-heeled mules. She slipped them on the girl's feet and closed the straps with tiny padlocks. Kristie at last slowly opened her sweet doll's eyes. She started to apologize for her selfish behaviour. Angique stopped her by gagging her mouth with a silver coloured rubber ball. She tied its straps around the head and admired the signal red O of her stretched lips around the shining silver. She slipped a tight leather skullcap over the girl's head. The blonde hair was pulled through an opening at the top. It created a high, waving ponytail. Angique then took the girl by the shoulder. She led her in front of the tall mirror. Kristie's eyes widened. It was the only possible way to express her stunned reaction to what she saw. Her entire body was wrapped in a maze of leather straps. They accentuated her propped up breasts. And they turned her athletic flesh into a display of bondage. The silver ball stretched her mouth. It had a permanent expression of panic and amazement. Angique then led Kristie back to the vanity mirror in her bedroom. She helped her master the heels. They were so much higher than she ever wore before. She let her sit down on the stool. Her back was forced straight and erect by her harness. Her tits jutted out towards her reflection. Angique sat down beside her. She turned the stool. Then she started to make the girl's eyes up in a dramatic and expressive way. Green and silvery shadows matched her outfit. Black lines of kohl put drama into her eyes. Fat mascara lengthened her lashes. She used a dark rouge to make the cheekbones stand out. She also darkened her nipples and cunt lips with it. Glossy cream made the O of her mouth sparkle. Angique kissed the girl's nose-tip. She made her stand in front of the mirror and walked slowly around her. "Ah, my sweet darling, you look so sensuous. Just looking at you makes my pussy drip, mmmmm." Again Angique circled her. She touched her here and there. She hummed little satisfied nothings. "Come," she said. "Let me walk you down the dangerous stairs. I'll turn you into the sweetest adornment the summer room has ever had." She smiled. Then she assisted the girl to scale the stone stairs on her neck breaking heels. She led her into the summer room. Night by now had engulfed the terrace. It turned the windows into perfect mirrors to reflect them. She took Kristie to a spot next to the fireplace. She told her to stand still, eye to eye with her reflection in the windows. She herself walked over to the wall and pressed a button. A heavy chain sank with a metallic tingling out of the ceiling. It sunk right over the head of the leather-bound girl. She looked up. Her eyes followed the hook at the end of the chain until it almost hit her face. "Offer me your wrists, sweet pet," Angique told her. Kristie did so. Angique kissed the insides. Then she clicked two small metal hooks together. They were attached to the wrist-straps of her outfit. "Now raise your arms over your head." Angique slid the hook through the joined rings. Then she pushed the button to start the chain. It pulled the girls arms up until she stood stretched. Her exposed breasts were pushed out of the maze of leather straps. Her face radiated artificial panic. Angique walked over and stood before her. She placed her hands on the bare tits. Then she pushed her face into the soft curve of Kristie's neck, where it joined her shoulder. "You look so fantastic, sweet thing. My cunt weeps for you." She searched in a pocket of her robe and produced a tiny black leather jewellery-box. She opened it. She took out two small silver objects. A fragile silver chain connected them. She kissed one of the objects. Then she stood in front of Kristie and kissed her left nipple. She sucked on it and pulled at it with her teeth. The girl moaned through the ball. A shiver ran down her limbs. The object had the shape of a comic little frog. It had a large mouth that opened as Angique pressed it at the back. She slid the mouth over the extended nipple. Then she let it close with a snap. The ball muffled the scream. Still it rang out clear enough. Angique kissed her fingertip. She laid it on the ball gag. "Shhhh, sweet darling," she said. Then she took the other nipple into her mouth. She sucked it strongly onto her tongue. The second clamp only produced a shiver from the girl. And a prolonged groan. Angique tugged softly on the chain. It made the nipples stretch. Then she leaned in to kiss Kristie on her cheek. At the same moment she cupped her exposed cunt. A finger slipped inside. "Oh my…her body likes this…hmmmm. So wet she is indeed," Angique said. She sugared her voice. She made it drip with honey. Then she tied the black silk blindfold over the moist eyes again. She gave a last tug at the chain and left the girl standing in her private, silent darkness. *** Bondage is a word misunderstood by many people. They look at it from the outside. The sexy looking chains and cuffs tickle them. They love the leather straps and yards of rope. They see ball-gags and padlocks. They watch latex suits wrapped around heads and bodies as a shining second skin. They see corsets laced up tight. They see sweet naked girls captured in iron cages. But bondage is not about outsides. Bondage is about the inside. It is about darkness and silence. It is about waiting for hours in perfect immobility, listening to one's own racing breathe. It is about utter control and utter vulnerability. There is fear involved. There is sweat and adrenaline. Kristie stood stretched on the tips of her toes. She was wrapped in a world of darkness. There were no sounds at all. There were just the soft thuds of her aching heart. And the faint rustle of her breath. But after she stood for five minutes (an hour it seemed to her), she found that there were many sounds. And they were getting louder. A night bird, she heard, and the breeze outside. Far away sounds of metal and glass. She heard the murmur of distant voices. At last she even heard the creaking of the beams. The tiny rustle of mice and insects in the bowels of the ancient building. There were smells too. She smelled her own sweat. It was coated with sweet perfume. The faint scent of leather she smelt, and of greased iron. There was the pungent tang of an unused fireplace. And, much later, the moist breeze of the far away lake. The fragrant breathe of a garden at night. Standing still and stretching made her muscles ache at first. But after a while the ache slipped into numbness. It took over her entire body. She felt herself taken up into a dream. She floated over a dark, deep, silent ocean. Then a door opened. To her the soft creaking sounded like a cannon's shot. She felt the change of air gush against her exposed nipples. Male voices started to fill the void. Leather soles crunched grains of sand on the marble floor. Acrid smoke of expensive cigars invaded her nostrils. It felt like rape after all the subtle scents and fragrances. A shiver touched her backbone. Two voices conversed at less than an arm length's distance from her. She could almost feel their presence. It made the little hairs on her arms rise. She smelled the brandy on their breaths. "She told us the bitch had great tits," she heard a voice say. It sounded callous – and British. She felt a tug on the chain that made her nipples stretch. Pain entered her body with a sting. A warm hand cupped her left breast. It seemed to weigh it. "Well trained body too," the same voice said. Another hand kneaded her ass. A finger ran the length of her crack. It made her moan through the ball. Then a source of intolerable heat centred on her shaven cunt. Two fat, blunt fingers started to violate her slit. It must be the burning tip of a cigar almost grazing her skin. White panic flashed before her blinded eyes. She cringed. She sucked in her belly and crotch to stay away from the glow. Another voice chuckled. The heat vanished. But the fingers stayed. They rubbed deeper. Then they slipped into her. "Oh boy! Is she wet. Here…sniff my fingers, Carl." The rude conversation went on. A female voice mixed in. She spoke English with a heavy Italian accent. Kristie felt the soft hand of a woman caress her throat. Well-manicured nails scratched the sides of her breasts. The woman said: "Mmmmm, watch the little slut shiver." Kristie damned herself for her easy responses. Juices started to collect between her cunt lips. Who were these people? Had Angique left her? She moaned and stared into a chasm of utter loneliness. Had Mistress betrayed her? Had it been wrong to trust her? A sudden silence fell. She almost sensed how people turned around to find out the source of a new sound entering. Heels tapped on shining marble. The sound closed in on her. Then it stopped. A well known, beloved perfume filled her head. Mistress. A sigh made her chest heave. A sudden rush of happiness invaded her. It relaxed her tight muscles and cleared her head. All was good now. All wrongs would be righted. "Bonsoir, ma petite," a voice whispered in her ear. "I see you made a very good impression on my friends. I can see they made an impression on you as well." At those words she felt gloved fingers slip into her cunt. They slid up and down and then touched her nose to make her smell her own arousal. But the only thing she thought was "friends". All her newfound trust dissipated. A moan of despair leaked around the silver ball. How could they ever be her friends? Into her ear breathed an even softer whisper now. "Trust me, darling…your love will save us." The words dripped into her head. They ripped the whole world from under her feet like a magical rug. It left everything standing as it stood. But nothing had a foundation anymore. What did the woman say? Whatever could she mean? But the moment had already passed. Angique stood back. She addressed her friends. "This, dear friends, is my newest pet. She was bred and raised in far away America. She followed me here with an overwhelming urge to serve me. And to please me as well as she can. It seems she even loves me." The word love was stretched in a mocking way. "As you can see (Kristie felt a fingertip point at several parts of her body) as you can see she is healthy. She also has well appointed outward talents. Her fat, firm titties stand very well on her sweet athletic body, wouldn't you say? She works out with diligence." Two gloved hands now spread her cunt. Angique's voice went on. "The little bitch is really proud of her nice soft fuck lips. She calls them her angel's wings. Isn't that cute? Indeed, they must feel like the entrance of heaven for every lucky bastard who prods his throbbing cock between them." There was a rude outburst of laughter. "But," Angique went on. "But not tonight, gentlemen. I must disappoint you." She chuckled in her throaty, mocking way. Protestations filled the air. "Please, friends, don't worry. There will be enough left to enjoy. Let me proceed. I must really thank you for joining me after dinner to watch the initiation of my new pet. Oh, she is not a virgin, far from that! But in a way tonight will be a first for her. This night she will be confronted with the consequences of a rash promise she made. The promise to be mine entirely." A general laughter bloomed and subsided. Then a silvery tinkle filled the air. Kristie felt two warm, thick lips kiss her pussy. They made her shiver. Suddenly though, a cruel flash of pain bit into her left cunt lip. She felt it being stretched to the side. Somehow it was attached to something and kept wide open. She yelped form the sudden pain. She yelped again when her other lip was treated the same way. It left her totally open and vulnerable. Her entrance must be gaping. The hard little pearl at the top must stand out for anyone to see. Two slow tears drenched the blindfold. A sob wreaked her chest. "As you can all see, my friends, this little slut has the loveliest of pink cunts." A slick gloved finger touched the walls. It then proceeded up to the aching clit. "She is very tight. Her muscles love to strangle every finger, tongue or cock she invites. But here…at the very top is her pearl, her absolute jewel. It is the sweetest little nub. It makes her come and come again. She orgasms with the ease of the most experienced whore you have ever met." Kristie felt the finger. She heard the cruel comments, the degrading laughter. Her face was wet with tears. She felt totally abandoned. And she'd love to think: abandoned by her Mistress. But she knew it wasn't that. She felt abandoned by her own body. Betrayed by her lustful flesh. It feasted on this humiliation. It ached for every touch. It now even pushed out her hips to meet them. A slut she was, then? A whore as they said? Angique let her alone. She and her guests seemed to walk away in lively conversation. They left her to darkness and misery. And the overwhelming need to find answers to her awful questions. All around her was the murmur and the laughter of people amusing themselves. It just strengthened her feelings of loneliness and abandon. Then a new hush invaded the room. The voices fell silent. At last there was only Kristie's soft sobbing. And an irregular rhythm of taps and thuds, taps and thuds. It closed in on her. She stopped sobbing. She held her breath, trying to decide in her blindness what was coming. A wheezing breath laced itself through the thuds and taps. Then only the breathing could be heard. It was close now. Her heart raced. Suddenly something touched her cunt. Something moist and warm. She screamed. A broad stroke of moisture tore over her open cunt. It went up to her clit. It was rough, yet fleshy. It made the ends of her nerves short circuit into a shower of fiery sparks. She rushed up the steep mountain of her arousal. Then she came, howling. Her loins spasmed. Her stretched thighs shook without control. Initiation And the torture went on. The tender flesh of her inner cunt got sensitised beyond the limit of pain. Her clit grew so hard that it seemed to scream with a voice of itself. Her orgasms didn't fade. They echoed on and on. Fantastic colours blossomed in her dark realm. Kristie slumped in her chains after endless, excruciating minutes. All energy flowed out of her. It left her totally spent. A hand grabbed her blindfold and tore it off. She fainted. *** The darkness seemed to stick to her eyes and her face. It glued her lashes together. It also had icy cold fingers that made her skin ripple with shivers. Her teeth clattered. Life seeped back into her body. Gradually. First it warmed her slow, heavy heart. Then it spread throughout her flesh, fractions of inches at a time. But her fingers stayed numb, as did her feet. Kristie opened her eyes, but the darkness lingered. Then all rushed back to her. The blindfold, the gag…the awful people. The monstrous creature, its panting tongue. And the pain at the centre of it all, her Mistress, who had done nothing to save her, nothing to protect her. Most of all there was the shame. It was the shame of knowing how those people had been watching her. They had witnessed the wild pleasure that had seared through her bound body. And they must have concluded correctly that she had no control over the slut inside her. A dry sob shook her shoulders. She had never felt so alone in her life. She was lost, humiliated, abandoned. How could Mistress have been so cold? And yet again so unbearably sweet when all was over? To dismiss her so cruelly again? How could she ever be expected to understand? She had fallen deep. She was a fallen angel. She lay crushed against a cold, indifferent stone. She hugged the marble. She begged it to open up and take her in. When the blindfold had been torn away, she had seen the horror of the monstrous dwarf. His drooling mouth, askew and misshapen. His claw like hands, the useless leg. The stench of his breathe, the hunchback. She had also watched the people cheer and applaud. Then she must have fainted. A sharp waft of smelling salt had brought her back to consciousness. She had gasped and blinked the world back into focus. She had lain on her knees, obscenely spread. Her arms were still up, caught in the chains. But they had been slackened enough to allow her to sink down. The two men and the woman stood around the fireplace. They chatted and drank their drinks. The dwarf had gone. A gloved hand cupped her chin. It made her look upwards into the smiling face of the Mistress she thought she had found. And now had lost so cruelly. "You must have had so much fun, darling," the woman said. "You passed out completely. Sweet Björn has the most incredibly skilled tongue, don't you agree?" The guests looked in her direction now. They walked over. Undoubtedly they wanted to see this cheap slut from closer up. Kristie turned her head in disgust. But Angique held her face in a vice like grip. She did not allow her to look away. "Now let me make you a bit more comfortable," she sang with her sweetest voice. She undid the chains at the wrist cuffs. Kristie let her limp arms fall to the ground. She felt the blood rush back with a million pin- pricks. Then she noticed that the strap at the back of her head slackened. She pushed the ball out with her tongue. She exercised her aching jaws. Sticky strands of saliva dripped down her chin onto her breasts. Angique lowered herself beside the girl. She locked her green eyes into the darkened hazel ones. "Now, Kristie," she said. "We know you are not a selfish girl. You had all this incredible pleasure Björn gave you. Don't you agree my friends should at least share in that?" Kristie stared into the treacherous emeralds. She did not know what to say. What did the woman mean? One of the people walked up to her. He was a rather thickset middle-aged man. He could have been her father. He undid his trousers' fly and fished out a fat, half-aroused cock. He took it in his hand and leaned in even closer. He slapped Kristie's face with it. "Suck it, you delicious little cunt!" he growled. He was the Brit with the precise Oxford accent. Kristie tore her face out of the grip of her Mistress. She backed off. She tried to struggle up, but her ankles were still locked to the floor. She fell over on her side. "Noooooooooooo…." she screamed. Then she broke down in a torrent of sobs. Angique took her in her arms. She rested her against her tight leather suit. She wiped the girl's eyes and cooed in her softest voice. "Now don't, sweet thing. Don't make your Mistress feel so sad. Don't shame me into believing that you'd mock me in front of my friends. You would not make a caricature out of my authority, would you? I gave such a wonderful account of your progress and your talents, little one. Now please don't make me the laughing stock. How could I ever meet them again and not be mocked and ridiculed?" She whispered on in this vein. The sadness dripped off her voice. It seeped into the ears of the rigid girl. "Do you hate me that much, Kristie? Is that it? Have I caused you to hate me that you want to break my reputation?" Kristie's answer was a low moan of utter misery. Angique let her hand travel down the leather-laced body. She slowly rolled a nipple. Then she let her fingers walk to the cunt lips. They were still spread open by silver clamps. "Who are you, sweet Kristie? Please tell me who you are? You can't be this insignificant little waitress I picked up in America? Are you really this mindless little animal? Are you this girl that is only interested in working out her body and soaking up the sun? Are you the girl that went out with all these shallow, clumsy lovers? All these pitiful clowns who so often failed to even give you a tiny orgasm?" Her fingers had found the still tender clit. It stood up at the top of her wide-open pinkness. She rubbed it. She softly scratched it with her nail. "Oh my. Please say it isn't true, Kristie. Don't tell me this is who you are? For if it's true, you are a dirty little liar, you know? You lied to me when you called me Mistress. You lied when you agreed to come to Europe. And you lied to me when we sat on the rock in the lake, remember? You pledged your love to me. "I am yours forever," you said. You did say that, Kristie, didn't you? I warned you, but you insisted. You put your sweet little hand over my mouth to stop my warnings, remember? Was it all a lie?" Under her fingers the girl's hips started slowly to gyrate. She pushed herself closer. But she never answered. Her eyes had closed. She moaned through clenched teeth. "Ooooooooh, sweet Mistress!" she then cried out suddenly. "Don't call me a liar. You KNOW I am not!" Angique just as sudden stopped pleasing the girl's clit. With her cum-dripping fingers she swept away the tears on the girl's cheeks. Then she said: "Prove it!" She pushed Kristie back and rose to her towering heels. Her arms were folded before her chest. The girl lay kneeling on the floor. Her ass sat next to her still chained feet. One arm supported the leather strapped body. Her wide-open eyes shot from Angique to the other people. Then they rested on the now totally erect cock of the Englishman. He chuckled and stroked his hard flesh. A slow drop of pre-cum danced down to the floor. Kristie clambered to all fours. Then she did the most amazing thing. It made Angique gasp with surprise. The girl lifted her right hand. She turned her fingers up into a kitten's paw. Slowly she licked her nails and purred. She beckoned the fat man closer. Her pink tongue ran across her lips. A sigh went through the room. Kristie took the rigid pole in her hands. Her fingers seemed tiny around it. She started licking the dripping head. Her tongue drew a long, clear thread when she pulled back. It shone golden in the candlelight. Then she sank her lips over the ridge. All the while she kneaded the heavy balls and sent vibrating purrs along the shaft. The Englishman had no comment. His leer had disappeared. He shivered and threw his head back, groaning. Angique smiled: the poor guy had the chance of an ice cube in hell to survive the next minute. And she was right. Even before Kristie could take all of him in, he started to buck. Then he pulled out and shot his fat cream all over her face and skullcap. Kristie meowed. She slowly scraped the globs of sperm from her face. Then she started licking her fingers. Angique fell onto her knees. She embraced the girl. Then she pressed her mouth on Kristie's. She tasted the male presence and sucked the mixture of come and saliva into her own mouth. There she mixed it with her own spittle and gave it back. They took minutes to weave the sperm and saliva into a snowball. Then Angique rose high on her knees. She held Kristie's head and let the endless threads of goo sink into the open cave of the girl's mouth. She stroked Kristie's throat to make her swallow it all. Then the two of them hugged again. Their eyes connected. They shared a feeling so precious that even their breathing stopped. The world around them seized to exist. That night Kristie served the men twice. She also ate the woman's cunt. After each climax she crawled over to Angique and shared the crop with her. When the guests had left, they lay in each other's arms. Angique sipped a red wine. She shared it with Kristie, exactly as they had been sharing all night. "You will be punished, Kristie. You know that, don't you?" Angique said, almost off hand. "Tonight you will be locked in iron as a punishment for your refusal. Do you understand that?" In a reflex Kristie's mouth formed the word "but". But she never let it slip out. She nodded silently. Then she hung her head. All the hard won confidence and warmth was taken away again. *** In the cold, marble place Kristie felt her consciousness return in full. She could lift her head a few inches. She looked around in the darkness. Angique had bolted her body down. She had spread-eagled the girl on a large slap of cold, slick marble. It lay at the centre of a huge cage, in the bowels of the Villa. All she saw was gray in gray, shadows in shadows. The circle of torches had long since died. Before she left, Mistress had knelt beside her. She had kissed her neck. She had whispered: "I am so proud of you, sweet pet." Then she had risen and walked away. She had turned a huge key in the iron door that was set in the iron cage. The last Kristie heard were the echoing taps of heels. The cold had kept her awake. Then exhaustion threw its woollen cloak over her body. Her consciousness slipped away. Initiation As I saw Cheryl's legs begin to quiver, I thought not for the first time, that this might not be a good idea. Though it was far too late to do anything about it now. After all, I was fastened motionless to a chair with a ball gag in my mouth. Whether or not my wife survived this night was totally out of my control. I watched helplessly as Mwenga pounded his massive black cock in and out of Cheryl's anal passage, gripping her hip with one hand and holding her head underwater with the other. Mwenga was an incredible specimen of a man. He was straight out of Africa, so black he was almost blue. His head was shaved bald and his whole body rippled with muscles. His entire demeanor conveyed utter confidence and control. 'Three and a half to four minutes' I thought. That's what Sebastian had promised. "Once Mwenga gets going, that's all he needs to finish." Sebastian had told me during a phone conversation when I really began seriously entertaining this insane event. We had timed it many times. Cheryl was able to hold her breath for four minutes, barely. But of course that was under ideal circumstances, not being held bent over with her head underwater while her ass was being ravaged by a modern-day Mandingo and her pussy being licked by the expert tongue of a raven-haired beauty. We knew Cheryl was going to be sodomized during this event, after all that was what this spectacle was all about. Her head would be held underwater while Mwenga fucked her ass. Only when he climaxed would she be lifted up and allowed to breathe again. What we didn't know was that there was going to be a girl kneeling between her legs licking her pussy at the same time. Cheryl is a very orgasmic girl and especially responsive to oral stimulation and the girl between her legs looked to be an expert. 'Can Cheryl hold her breath while having an orgasm?' I wondered as her legs began to shudder. As the seconds dragged on, I thought back to how this whole situation came about. Sebastian was been a business associate who I had gotten to know through a series of phone conversations over the past few years. He was a guarded, quiet, thoughtful person who rarely offered more information than was necessary. Sebastian and I first met face to face in my office. He had come to finalize a business deal we had been working on. He was very distinguished looking, trim with close cropped black hair that had just a touch of grey. His steel blue eyes locked on the picture of my wife on my desk as he entered my office. I could see the uncertainty on his face. At 27, Cheryl is 20 years younger than I. "My wife, Cheryl." I said, dispelling his curiosity. "She's absolutely stunning." Sebastian said as he examined the picture closer. Cheryl is a natural beauty with deep blue eyes and long honey blonde hair. Sebastian never took his eyes off the picture as he said, "I find that younger women are more... adventurous these days, and often quite submissive, in the hands of the right man." "Well," I said, choosing my words carefully, "Cheryl is certainly open minded." "Open minded can mean many different things." He said, his eyes finally meeting mine. Sebastian was quite a mystery and I must admit that he had some very intriguing qualities about him. Anyone else I would have no doubt dismissed and shifted the discussion onto more solid ground, but I found myself continuing the conversation down the course that he had set. "What I mean to say is that Cheryl is a very sexual girl, and she's not afraid to experiment." "Is that so?" he asked as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his wallet and pulled out a business card. He then snapped a pen from his pocket and wrote something on the card, then handed it to me. The card contained a web address that I didn't recognize and below it Sebastian had written a long series of letters and numbers. "That will get you into the site," he said, "look it over, I think you'll find it interesting. I'm guessing though that either your wife is not quite as adventurous as you claim, or that you do not have the amount of influence over her that you think you have." I smiled to myself, Sebastian did not know who he was dealing with. I could fill a book with all the wild sexual adventures Cheryl and I have had. We were a perfect match, I had a wickedly devious imagination and she had a nearly insatiable sexual appetite. Together we had done things that would make a trucker blush. I assured Sebastian that I would look over his little website. We then went on to conduct the business at hand. After our meeting concluded Sebastian left to make some other appointments. I had a few business issues to take care of but as soon as I could I punched the website address into my computer. I was met with a blank screen with just a rectangular white box with the cursor blinking on the left side of the box. I entered the sequence of letters and numbers Sebastian had written on the card. Welcome to the Society for Sexual Debauchery, the screen flashed. I clicked on the word Enter. I spent the next hour reading about the most incredible organization I had ever seen. It was a group of men and women who were obviously chosen for their attractiveness and their appetite for sexual deviancy. I saw pictures and descriptions of every type of debauchery imaginable being performed by the hottest women I'd ever seen. I was totally fascinated. These were definitely my kind of people. I then read about the initiation. There was a picture of statuesque nude black man with his arms folded in front of him, standing next to a water trough. The text described the ordeal and finished with "...and if she survives, the couple is welcomed into our society." 'If she survives?' I thought, that must just be some kind of bravado to scare off the fakes and wannabes. They wouldn't seriously put the girl at risk. I picked up the phone and dialed Sebastian's cell number. He was as evasive as ever. "If you don't think she can do it, I wouldn't try, that is if you can even talk her into giving it a try." He had a way of always including a little dig into the conversation. I was no clearer on the initiation after the conversation than I was before it. Though as the hours passed and I read more about the society, I became more and more determined that I wanted to become a member. A murmur went through the crowd as Cheryl's legs began convulsing. Her legs remained spread wide though, due to being fastened by the ankle cuffs she was wearing to steel posts protruding from the floor in front of the trough. I wasn't sure if her convulsions were from an orgasm or from desperation caused from losing her breath. I scanned the room to see if anyone else was concerned or about to go to her aid. All I saw were expressions of lust and desire. Some of the couples were stroking each other as they watched. Others were standing or sitting with the girl in front and her man behind her moving in rhythm with each other, obviously engaged in some not-so discrete sex. I looked back to Cheryl. Mwenga was increasing his pace and the girl between her legs continued licking. If either of them had any concerns, they didn't show it. As soon as I got home I told Cheryl about my discussion with Sebastian and the society. She sat at the computer while I punched the website and the password into the computer. Cheryl's eyes lit up as she read about the society and looked at the pictures. I watched her face as she linked to the page describing the initiation, her expression changed from one of eager fascination to one of apprehensive concern. "if she survives?" she read aloud. "Sebastian says he's like a machine, he always cums in three and a half to four minutes, lets time you." I said removing my watch and putting it in stopwatch mode. . "OK, take three deep breaths and hold the last." Cheryl did as I instructed and I started timing. I was disheartened when not quite at the three-minute mark she blew out the air she was holding and took a deep breath. "How long was that?" she asked as she caught her breath. I handed her my watch dejectedly. She saw the disappointment on my face. "Let me try again." This time she took deeper breaths and managed to hold it for three minutes and fifteen seconds. "That's quite an improvement," I said, "maybe there's exercises you can do to improve your performance. We did a web search and found that there were indeed techniques practiced by free-divers to increase one's lung capacity. Cheryl looked up at me as I leaned over her reading enthusiastically from one of the websites. "Ron, I'm still not sure about this, I mean, what if I don't make it?" I looked down into her eyes. "It's your decision, and I don't even want you to try unless I'm confident you can do it, but I really want to get into that group." She looked into my eyes for another few moments and then began reading about the breathing techniques again. After a couple weeks of practice, Cheryl was consistently topping the four-minute mark. "Do you really want me to do this?" she asked one evening as we embraced. "I can't lie, I know it's a lot to ask and it's totally up to you, but yes, I really want it. She studied my face. "OK, set it up." she finally said. I smiled and kissed her deeply. The address Sebastian gave me was far outside of town. Cheryl sat nervously quiet as we made our way through the darkness on the long drive out there. Arriving at our destination I turned onto a long winding driveway before being stopped by a gate. A flashlight was shined into my eyes. "Names?" a deep voice called out. Ron and Cheryl Anderson." The light flashed on Cheryl's face and then to a folder the man was holding. "Drive up to the house, a valet will meet you there." The gate opened and I drove on. The house was large and the exterior was well lit. Two uniformed men met us and opened our doors as I stopped in front of the house. Another greeted us at the door to the house and showed us in. After a couple minutes Sebastian met us in the foyer. He drank in Cheryl. She was wearing a knee-length black dress that hugged every curve of her 34c-22-36 body. "So good to meet you." He said hugging and kissing her. He then shook my hand, "Ron, good to see you again." He then led us to a ballroom filled with couples, all talking and drinking. The women were beautiful and the men were all very distinguished looking. "Can I please have your attention?" Sebastian called out. The room grew quiet. "I'd like to introduce Ron and Cheryl Anderson, they are candidates for membership and tonight we are going to perform their initiation." All the eyes in the room fell on Cheryl. There were many hushed comments. "Can I have a volunteer to help with the preparation and perform during the initiation?" Sebastian asked. Several women immediately raised their hand. "Desiree." He said pointing to a very pretty Goth type girl with pale skin and long black hair wearing a long flowing black dress. Desiree smiled and stepped forward. She took Cheryl by the hand. "This way." She said as she started leading Cheryl away. Cheryl stopped and turned to face me. "Kiss me Ron." She closed her eyes and turned her head up. I felt her trembling as I held her and gave her a long deep kiss. "I love you." She said. "I love you too, you'll do great." I told her, trying to build her confidence, but the uncertain look on her face did not change. Desiree then led her out of the room. Sebastian led the large group down to the cavernous basement and into a large room. This was the room I had seen on the website, with the large trough of water in the center. The walls and floor were cement and the perimeter of the room was lined with wooden chairs and benches. The group spread around the room. I was led to a wooden chair that had wide flat armrests. Leather buckles were attached At the end of the armrests. I saw similar buckles on the legs of the chair. "We want to make sure that you are not tempted to interfere with the proceedings." Sebastian told me as he sat me down and fastened the buckles to my arms and legs. He then placed a ball gag in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. Lastly a belt was buckled around my waist. No one seemed to give this much attention, I guessed it must be part of the routine. I tried to move but found that I was quite immobile. As I looked around noticed that there was an eager anticipation in the room. Sebastian told me the Goth girl's name is Desiree and that she was getting Cheryl into the proper attire and preparing her with lube. After almost a half hour a side door to the room opened and Desiree and Cheryl emerged. Several of the men and women made appreciative comments and whistles as they admired Cheryl's nude body. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a ponytail and her arms were folded behind her and bound together with thick rope. This pulled her shoulders back and made her magnificent breasts stand out even more proudly. Desiree positioned Cheryl facing the trough and knelt down to fasten the leather buckle on her right ankle to the steel post. She then supported Cheryl as she spread her legs wide to bring her left foot beside the other post protruding from the cement floor. Desiree then knelt down and attached that ankle. Couples moved around the room to get a view of my beautiful wife from all angles. Cheryl nervously scanned the room and the crowd and the water trough in front of her. I was behind and a bit to the side of her. She gave me a weak smile as her eyes found mine. The room erupted in cheers as Mwenga entered. He was totally nude also and strode in with an air of supreme confidence. He had to be well over six feet tall with very broad shoulders. Muscles bulged and rippled from every portion of his body. He had the eyes of a hunter, quick and sharp. He smiled broadly as he examined Cheryl's nude obscenely exposed body. Mwenga walked up to Cheryl and took his time exploring her body. First he pawed her breasts and squeezed her nipples, he then ran his hand down her flat stomach. Cheryl stiffened visibly as he lowered his hand and probed between her legs. The room was silent as all eyes intently watched this erotic display. Mwenga's cock began to stiffen. I thought this could be a positive thing. The more turned-on he was, the quicker he would cum, ending the event. Heaven knows that Cheryl's exquisite body had on many occasions caused me to climax sooner than I had intended. When he finished his exploration, Mwenga turned to face Desiree, opening his stance and placing his hands on his hips. On cue, Desiree dropped to her knees and began licking his growing member as he looked down at her with an arrogant expression on his face. Cheryl was watching from over her shoulder, studying the size of Mwenga's expanding cock. When his cock reached it's full length of at least eight inches, Desiree took it between her blood red lips and began sucking it intently. Desiree's oral performance was masterful, she was able to take his entire length into her mouth and maintained an impressive pace. I thought for a minute that he might cum just from her stimulation. Suddenly Mwenga pushed Desiree away and moved behind Cheryl and grabbed her ponytail in his hand, wrapping it around his fist. He then pushed her forward so that her face was hovering just above the water. Desiree scrambled to her shift her position alongside the couple and taking Mwenga's cock in her hand, guided him to Cheryl's puckered asshole. A soft moan escaped Cheryl's lips as Mwenga entered her. He kept pressing steadily until his cock was buried inside her totally. He then withdrew it almost completely before again switching directions and pushing into her fully. Without warning, Mwenga suddenly pushed Cheryl's head below the water and began fucking her ass with a swift pace. My heart sank, Cheryl didn't have any time to prepare, to take some deep breaths. During our tests she always knew exactly when we were going to begin and exactly when to fill her lungs with air. For the first time in this entire ordeal, I was truly concerned for her life. Desiree moved between Cheryl's legs and pressed her mouth to her pussy. I saw Cheryl's legs twitch as Desiree tongue found its target. As the time slowly passed, in spite of my growing sense of dread, I couldn't help but become aroused by this strangely erotic display. Everyone in the room seemed to be swaying in unison with Mwenga's strokes. Couples began groping and fondling and stroking each other but no one took their eyes from Cheryl and Mwenga. Desiree tried several different angles before she found a position that gave her the best access to Cheryl's pussy. She then wrapped her arms around Cheryl's hips and pressed her mouth tighter against her. My heart sank further as I saw Cheryl's legs shake. My line of sight was too low to see the water in the trough from my vantage point so I wasn't able to tell of air bubbles were rising signaling that Cheryl could no longer hold her breath, or whether she was shuddering from an orgasm, or perhaps both. In either case, Mwenga never stopper his assault on her ass and Desiree never slowed her efforts on Cheryl's pussy. 'Was it possible to hold your breath during an orgasm?' I wondered. I had never tried. I doubt that it would be easy, even under the best of conditions and these were certainly not the best conditions. I looked to see if there was any other motion from Cheryl's legs but they were now still. I struggled once again against my bindings but it was useless. 'She must be conserving her strength' I thought, the less motion, the less blood was necessary to feed the muscles and the less oxygen you needed. Surely Cheryl knew this and would be keeping absolutely still in order to expend as little energy as possible. That had to be it. I hoped that was it. Each second seemed like an eternity. Mwenga was steadily increasing his pace and the sexual electricity in the room intensified. Soft sighs coming from around the room were now becoming passionate moans as the carnal display carried on and on. I had never felt such frustration in my entire life. The woman I loved was possibly dying right in front of my eyes and I was helpless to do a single thing. I frantically looked around the room trying to make eye contact with someone to get their attention, to relay my distress, but all eyes were fixed on the lewd exhibition. Mwenga threw his head back. 'Cum already!' my mind screamed, 'just cum!' Mwenga let out what could best be described as a roar and bucked violently into Cheryl's ass. Scattered cheers congratulated him followed by more moans and grunts from others. Mwenga slowed to a stop and smiled around the room. "Lift her up! Please, lift her up already!" I screamed into my gag but only garbled sounds came out. Mwenga looked around the room, smiling and nodding. Finally Mwenga rocked back and finally pulled Cheryl's head up by the fistful of hair in his hand. For an agonizing second there was no sound, then she coughed and gasped repeatedly. 'She's alive!' I realized, 'thank God, she's alive!' Mwenga disengaged himself received hugs and kisses by some of the women in the room. Sebastian came to me and unfastened one of the buckles holding my arm. Once I had one arm free I quickly undid the rest of my restraints and removed the gag. I ran to Cheryl to support her as Desiree unfastened her ankles. She was still coughing. Someone handed me a large towel and I wrapped it around Cheryl and carried her to a bench, sitting down with her on my lap. I held her tightly as people came by and congratulated us. Cheryl seemed to be in a daze but she returned my hug and pressed her head into my shoulder. Once the crowd died down and Cheryl's breathing returned to normal, I looked into her eyes. "Are you alright?" I asked. Initiation She nodded her head slowly. "I never want to do that again, but I think that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life." I kissed her on the forehead and pressed her head back into my shoulder. Initiation This story is purely fiction (sadly) and is the sole property of the author (me). It includes sexual acts between older males/younger females, younger females/younger females, and younger men/younger female. All characters depicted are at, or over, the age of 18. Feedback is welcome. Initiation, Part I Looking around the small apartment, I felt a settling of my heart as it sank deeper into disappointment. Apprehensively, I placed my expensive luggage on the floor and walked over to the bed, my designer heels sinking into the worn, ratty carpet. Covered in mysterious stains, the mattress didn't seem too inviting. The walls were a pale shade of mustard yellow, the furniture literally falling apart—the chest with its missing drawers appearing for a moment like a crooked grin, the chair's cushion sagging inward, the paint peeling from the walls. My determination began to slip as I further examined the rooms. Was proving my father wrong really worth all this? Moving from the family estate in Vermont to this small scale, cheap apartment was a blow to my pride like nothing else. I just can't do it, I thought. I'll give daddy a call and come straight home, and take a shower. A light went off in my mind. Shower. I wonder what the bathroom is like here. I put my hand on the curtain to the bathroom, but paused. On second thought, I'll let it disappoint me later. The bedroom was enough. Walking over to the window above my bed, I sighed and expected a brick wall. It would match the rest of the place, I thought. Yet when I pulled aside the curtain what I saw was breathtaking. Above the small, two story townhouses and stores was a towering structure of red brick and Palladian windows, with curved iron gates and a stately campus yard. In my hurry to leave my home, I neglected to even ask what college my father was sending me to. After my fight with him, I just wanted out. I was determined to make it here, without his money or his connections. It's true that he did get me into this college, but it was prior to our fight — yet everything else was now my responsibility. Feeling better, I began to unpack my clothes and settle into my new 'home'. ~ Two weeks later I was getting nervous. I couldn't find a job, and most jobs I couldn't do. I just wasn't cut out for hard labor, and didn't have the connections to get the jobs I wanted. My money was running low — or, more to the point, was gone. A cold chill went up my spine when I thought that, soon, I'd be expected to pay my rent. I didn't have the cash. I knew how people were handled in this apartment building when they couldn't pay rent. My cheeks flushed when I thought of paying for anything with sex. How could anyone do that? I thought as I climbed into the shower. Honestly, how little respect they must have for themselves. I rubbed my hands with the soap, then worked the lather into my skin—over my shoulders, my neck and breasts, then down my stomach to my pussy. I rinsed and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and picked up my toothbrush to brush my teeth, but quickly dropped it at the pounding on the wall. I calmed myself when I realized it was only my neighbor's headboard as she 'paid her rent'. I'd heard her sleeping with other men before, and could quickly tell the difference between the moans. She was definitely faking it, I thought as I popped the toothbrush into my mouth, then didn't give the noise another thought. I climbed into my bed and closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep for all the thoughts in my head. I'd be starting college soon, and then I could join a sorority and get out of this disgusting apartment. It was then I heard the knock at my door. I threw the covers off of my body and searched for something to put on. Still unaccustomed to the apartment, all I could find in the dark was my towel. I wrapped it tightly around myself and peered through the peep hole in the door. My landlord, the deplorable slob, was waiting on the other side, still breathing hard and sweating from his last collection of rent. I opened the door a crack just wide enough to stretch the chain lock. "What do you want?" I asked. The man was physically repulsive. He always looked dirty and sweaty. His clothes were torn and filthy, his beard a shaggy mess which would match his hair, I was sure, had he any. "Yer rent's late, yer Highness." He bowed as he spoke. Is this slob taunting me? "I'm aware of that. I'm still in awe that you managed to realize it. I'll have the money by the end of the week." With that, I attempted to close the door, assuming the conversation was over. He stuck his foot over the threshold. "You'll have it tonight." He wrapped his large fingers around the door and pushed, and I pushed back. I was thankful the chain was in place, keeping the door in the same position. He was tired and wearing out quickly, but his lungs worked fine as he drew in a great breath and cursed me for all to hear. My cheeks flushed at his words and I fell away from the door momentarily in shock, then applied more pressure than before. The door slammed shut on his foot, forcing it out of the threshold. He collapsed on the floor outside my apartment, passed out from vodka and exertion. ~ I found a job as a waitress, which proved to be one more blow to my ego. All the nice restaurants required experience, so all that was left to me was a sleazy bar and grill where all the female waitresses wore these ridiculous uniforms. The skirt was so short, if I had a mirror to examine myself in I would be sure to discover that it showed a good quarter of my ass. The shirt was tight and low cut, causing my DD breasts to spill over the top. If I pulled the bodice up to cover my breasts, my ass was left bare and if I pulled the back of the skirt down, my pussy was exposed. I struggled with the thin, cheap material for a few days, but soon I just didn't care anymore. As a word of comfort, a fellow waitress assured me that "after a while I won't even care when the old men grab my ass or tits." I got a chill even thinking about that day. I always came home from work and peeled off my panties first thing. They always felt so awful to have against my skin, like I could still feel those strangers' fingers pushing the material aside and trying to feel my ass or shaved pussy. I wouldn't have to put up with it, of course, if I worked at a fancy joint, but this place only gets the desperate of the desperate, and we're all made to sign a contract that, among many other things, states we will not react negatively to any actions of a customer while working. Even the manager could do what he wanted, supposedly as long as he did not touch one of the employees, yet on more than one occasion I had to hold my tongue as he pushed me up against the cheap wooden door of his office and fingered my pussy. It's really a simple equation – we need money, there's no work but here. It's either their fingers or my landlord's cock. Needless to say, I'd had a rough week. All I wanted to do was get in my apartment and take these damned panties off. When I came to the apartment's front door, I started my way up the stairs and found my landlord in the doorway of his own apartment. He glared at me and grinned with this yellow grin that made my stomach turn. He looked me up and down, focusing on my tits as I walked past and I'm sure my ass as I walked away. He stood under the stairs and watched me walk up, gaining a generous view of what lay under my short, transparent uniform's skirt. "I hate that man," I muttered to myself as I jerked down my panties and turned on the hot water for my bath. "I hate all men." I didn't hear him come in over my bath water running. I was bent over the sink, washing the makeup off my face. My designer makeup ran out weeks ago, and now here I was wearing this cheap mass-produced junk. He stood behind me for a long time; I suppose enjoying his view of my shaved pussy, spread for his eyes as I stood bent over the sink. The feel of his hands on my hips and the unfamiliar feeling of his bare crotch against my backside made me jump as if I'd been burned. I tried to turn around, but he held me still. All I could do was look at his crooked grin in my bathroom mirror as he rubbed himself against my pussy, his coarse pubic hair feeling strange and sickening against my soft pink flesh. I opened my mouth to scream as he cupped his hand over my chin and mouth. The taste, the smell of his hand was enough to send my senses reeling in vile disgust. My pussy was wet naturally from the long day, making it easy for him to slide into me. He held my head close to the mirror, his hand still cupped tightly over my open mouth muffling my screams as he thrust hard in and out of my tight cunt. He enjoyed the look in my eyes as he fucked me. He began to thrust into me harder and faster, and I was scared to death thinking he would cum in me. What would I do if this bastard got me pregnant? I tried to bite his hand as he worked me harder, pressing my hip bones against the porcelain sink, sending new shocks of pain through me. I could see his sweat beading on his brow, the bulk of his body weighing him down as he quickly became tired. He sacrificed speed for force as he rammed into me hard enough to press my face against the mirror. I heard a splashing as the tub overflowed onto the tiled floor of my apartment. I searched for something within reach to use for self defense, but my arms were painfully pinned to the sink. He removed his hand from my mouth and dug both hands into my ass as he fucked me. Suddenly he pulled out and held his cock in his hand, jerking himself off on my pussy and ass. I closed my eyes and licked my dry, cracked lips, shuddering at the taste his palm left there. When he was finished, he placed the head of his dick at the base of my spine and slid it downward between my ass cheeks to my cunt lips, smearing his cum over my body. I stood upright, no longer pinned and jerked away from him to face the wall. The water kept drifting over the rim of the tub into the floor, but the fact barely registered. "Ya better clean that shit up before it leaks through the whole damn place," he said, as if nothing had happened. Then his voice changed to a more meaningful tone as he said, "Or I'll be takin' it off yer rent." Initiation There were three of them. Two older women, in their early thirties, and the youngest girl about eighteen I would think. There was no way to pass them, and no way to open the door I had come through, from this side. I'd better explain I suppose. My name is Ray and I'm eighteen years old. This is my first job and it's very responsible. I have to sweep the floor, clean the fitter's machines, and most importantly, make everybody's tea for break and lunch. And that is why I am where I am now. To make tea I have to go to another part of the factory for hot water. And that is in the section where only women work. This was the third day I have been coming in here, and to be honest, it scared the shit out of me. The girls were worse than guys for whistling and shouting rude comments, but this was different; none of them had ever approached me before. I suppose if I'd been with my mates I'd have been my usual mouthy self, but here I am on my own with three very attractive women. I was tongue tied, shy and embarrassed. "Well, Chele, what d'you reckon?" Said the blonde directly in front of me to the other older woman. "He's a bit scrawny," Chele replied, " but I suppose he'll do, Sue." And both looked past me to the young girl who was standing behind me. "What do you think, Jenny, will he do for you or shall we find someone else?" Jenny came round and stood with the other two women. As she looked at me I could see she was embarrassed like me. "I think he's nice, but will he want to?" She asked. "Oh, don't worry about that," said Chele, "he will want to, we'll make sure of that." Now add puzzled to my being tongue tied, embarrassed and shy. What have I got to do for Jenny? Or why was I okay for her? And why was Jenny blushing? Sue stepped forward and took the big teapot I was carrying and went over and passed it to the women standing at the side listening to what was being said with great amusement. "They will sort your tea out for you, " she said, " but we'd better find out who you are. So, what's your name?" My mouth was so dry I could only croak an answer "I... I... it's Ray" Sue took hold of one of my hands and gave it to Jenny; she took the other one and led me after Chele. For all my nervousness I could still appreciate the seductive way Chele was walking. Each cheek rising with every step. Her full knee-length skirt swung around her hips. Her high heels accentuating the slimness of the ankles and the curve of her calves. She led us through a door and I found we were in what must be the women's restroom. It was very pleasant with easy chairs and even a sofa. They took me over to the sofa and sat me down. The three of them stood in front of me. "Well, could you fancy us?" Sue asked. They seemed to know what they were doing, especially the older girls. The way they stood swinging their hips they were certainly sexy. I saw Jenny watching and trying to copy them, but her movements were a bit stiff. Even so it was Jenny who I couldn't take my eyes of. In spite of my nervousness the view I had was beginning to make me feel horny, and a movement had started in my trousers. Chele nudged Sue and pointed to my crotch. They both grinned. Chele pulled me up. "Jenny, hold his other hand. " She instructed. So there I was, both arms held by two girls. Sue stood in front of me and I couldn't believe it as she undid two buttons on her blouse. The cleavage appeared, her breasts were large causing a deep, shadowed valley. There was a hint of white lace around the mounds of her breasts. Now I was really beginning to become aroused, I could feel my Willie pushing against my trousers. Sue's hands came out and began undoing the buttons on my overalls. My face grew hot, I'm sure it must have been as red as a red traffic light. Jenny and Chele took the overalls off my shoulders, and Sue pulled them down and off of my legs. As she bent forward to do this, looking down, her blouse parted wider, showing even more of her magnificent breasts. Now she pulled my T-shirt off. Sue looked at Jenny and said, "Right, your turn." Jenny went as red as I was and replied, "Oh, no, I cant." Sue pulled her forward saying, " Oh, yes, Chele and I are only here to help you." "But what do I do?" Jenny asked in a strained whisper. "Oh, Jenny, what did we say we were going to do?" Chele asked in exasperation. "Well, we were going to initiate the new boy by stripping him." Jenny replied. "And..." Chele paused for effect, "...if you liked him you were going to have sex with him." Jenny went an even deeper shade of red. And me!!!! You guys will know what happens when your cock gets very cold. It shrinks doesn't it? Well, shrink -- mine bloody disappeared! In fact, it became inverted. I kid you not; it went so far inside I'm sure I could have given myself a blowjob from the inside. Jenny step forward, undid my trousers and dropped them, and then my underwear. All three of them looked down to see my non- existent Willie. Sue and Chele burst into laughter; Jenny's eyes widened in surprise. Sue said, "Looks like we have some work to do." And they promptly sat me back down on the sofa. "Ready?" Chele asked. "Oh, yes." Said Sue. Slowly they began to unbutton their blouses, yet still managing to the edges together. I only got brief glimpses of cleavage and bits of lacy bra. I saw enough to see that Sue's bra was white, and Chele's was red. They turned around and again, slowly dropped their blouses off their shoulders and onto the floor. What a view, both of them standing in front of me, giving me their backs, legs spread apart, there bra straps crossing the back. They looked over their shoulders at me smiling. Willie began to have a mind of his own and started to stir again. Sue put her hands on her bum and started to pull her skirt up. I'm beginning to enjoy this, I thought. Higher her skirt went, and then that darker band of her stocking tops came into view. Willie was definitely on the rise at this time. Now Sue's skirt was above her arse, and they turned, giving me a full head-on view of their magnificent breasts for the first time. Both of them had big tits. Sue's were slightly bigger, and her lacy bra allowed me to see her nipples. They were big to match her tits. Chele's bra wasn't see through but, oh my, how her nipples stuck out against the silk. Now they are caressing their tits through the material. My cock was throbbing, the head twitching. I had never been this aroused. Now, almost in sync, their hands dropped to their skirts and they started to undo them. Slowly, they pushed them down and then let them fall to the floor. This was the start of my love affair with stockings and garters. They were standing, legs open, hips swaying, and the smooth silky look of their stockings ending at the darker colour of the tops. Those stockings and garters were like a frame around that centre of pleasure. Sue's knickers matched her bra, lace, allowing just a hint of a view of the dark triangle at her pubes. Then their hands went between their legs and began rubbing. I sat forward and reached out towards them. "Oh, no." Said Chele, and then added, "No touching us. Go on, Jenny, go and sit beside him." I'd almost forgotten Jenny, but she came forward bashfully, still blushing. She did look good, a contrast to the other two as she was still dressed. She sat beside me and I could see her looking at my dick. "Can I touch it?" She asked on a whispery breath and all I could do was nod. She reached out and touched me, but only with her fingertips and very, very gently. At her touch my dick seemed to swell even more and twitched harder. Jenny mustn't have expected that because she jerked her hand away a moment, but she soon put it back. More assured this time, her hand stroked up and down my quickening stiffness, although she didn't close her fingers around me. "What should I do now?" She asked. "Whatever you want." I replied, and then added, "As long as I can too." She smiled shyly and said, "Oh, yes, please." I reached out and cupped her breast; it barely filled my hand, but felt good, soft yet firm and her nipple was like a tiny hard button against my palm. I felt her shudder, and saw her eyes close and she smiled. I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time, her lips were sweet and slightly open. "Will you get undressed?" I asked. "Only my top and skirt." She answered, standing. As she stood I realised we were now on our own, I had not heard Sue and Chele leave. I felt more confident to be alone with Jenny though. She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and as it opened her small breasts, inside a white bra, came into view. She slipped it of her shoulders and stood a moment for me. Her hands were sort of hovering over her breasts as if she were going to cover them. She looked at me and I think she must have seen in my face how much I liked what I saw because her hands dropped and she gave me that shy smile of hers. Now her hands were at the side of her skirt undoing the button at the waist. She pulled the zipper down and with a hand on either side of her skirt she began to push it over her hips. Slowly her tummy came into view, and then a hint of white lace. She stopped a moment and looked at me before carrying on. Now I saw her garter belt, and then the top of her knickers and then her skirt dropped and pooled around her ankles. How I wish I had a picture of her at that moment. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and even now I don't think I have ever seen a more sexually exiting sight. Jenny sat back down beside me; we put our arms around each other and started to cuddle and kiss. Our hands seemed to be freer now and we began to feel each other. Jenny held my cock and began rubbing up and down it. My hand was filled with her sweet little tit, so firm, but soft through her bra. "You can take it off now if you want." She offered. I reached behind her and found the clasp; the trouble is no one had ever shown me exactly how it unfastened. I bet all you guys remember the first time you tried too. After what seemed an age of trying Jenny was giggling, but took pity on me and reached round to free the clasp. I pulled it off her shoulders and at last I saw her tits free. They looked so proud and upstanding; her nipples were like a small pair of tits on the end of her mounds. They felt alive and twitched as I touched them. "Oh, that is really nice." She whimpered. This was the first time I had seen tits, apart from pin-up photos, and it was definitely the first time I had touched them. I was like a kid in a toyshop. "Lick my nipple." She ordered and so, obediently, I leaned in, taking one into my mouth, licking and suckling before she started to moan and I pulled back thinking I was hurting her. "No, no." She stated a little breathlessly. "Don't stop." She added and so back I went, licking, sucking and nibbling. This was mind blowing. My hands were free now and I dropped one onto her knee. For a moment she clamped her legs together, a natural reaction I think, but then she relaxed and her legs opened slightly allowing my hand to slide up her nylon-covered thigh. It seemed almost instinctively then that her legs opened wider. My hand was at her stocking top and next upon the bare flesh of her thigh. Although her flesh was cool, it felt as if there was heat coming from the area. My fingers razed over the material of her knickers, I could feel the soft mound between her thighs. Through the material I could feel her hair. Jenny took hold of one of my hands, pushing it against her. "Rub there." She commanded on a tight breath. I felt the line of her pussy, the lips swollen and damp. My finger slipped between them and as I reached and touched the engorged button she shuddered and moaned really loudly. Her hand was really stroking hard on my cock and it was my turn to moan with pleasure along with her. Jenny's clit was throbbing almost in perfect rhythm with my pulsating cock. Her pussy was really wet now. Jenny reached down by my hand and pulled her knickers away and pushed my hand onto her bare pussy. Now I could feel her lips spread apart as I ran my hand up and down. As my fingers passed over her slit I felt a little bump and Jenny shuddered every time I touched it so I now concentrated on that spot, rubbing and pinching it. "Oh, yes, keep doing that." She pleaded. "I will if you play with my balls now." I replied, and her hand crept down, gently cupping my balls. She stroked and kneaded them sending shafts of pleasure through my rampant dick. I slipped my finger inside her cunt, but kept my thumb playing with her clit. We were both moaning with sheer pleasure, but it couldn't go on much longer; I was desperate to slip my cock inside of her. "I have to fuck you soon, Jenny." I moaned, and all she could do was nod agreement so I started to push her down on the sofa "Wait." She stopped me with that damning word. She reached over to her handbag and brought out a small wrapper. "Sue said we had to use this." She said, opening the wrapper and took out a French letter. "I don't know how to use it." I said, blushing again. "It's ok, Sue showed me. So, just wait while I put it on you." I stood in front of her and she slowly rolled the condom down my shaft. That was an incredible feeling again. She lay back and opened her legs wide, my first real look at a pussy. The lips open wide and inside pink and shiny with her juices. I knelt between her legs and thrust my cock towards her open cunt. After a couple of wasted pushes Jenny put her hand down and held my cock and guided it to her hole. I slid myself into the intensely warm, wet cavern and almost instantly came into contact with a barrier that would allow me to go no farther. Jenny flinched as I attempted to push in again I slipped in a little way, but it then got harder to push it in and Jenny flinched and moaned. "Wait a moment, let me do the pushing." She asked of me and I stopped. Jenny very slowly, gently pushed against me, increasing the pressure a little bit at a time until I felt something tear. My cock slipped forward in a rush and I was right in. For a moment neither of us moved, instinct guiding us to wait, let her interior adjust to the intrusion I stayed still and so did Jenny for a moment, and then she started to slowly move back and forwards. "Now..." She said, "...fuck me hard." I started to thrust into her as hard and quick as I could. Oh, what a feeling. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. The excitement was building faster and faster, and I think it was the same for Jenny as her movements became quicker, wilder, and her moans were louder. Jenny's scream as she came was right into my ear and made my head ring. Her body went rigid and her legs, wrapped around my ass, pulled me in as tight as possible. My own dam burst a second later and it felt as if I'd put my cock in an electric socket as my dick pumped and pumped the hot lava of my release into the condom. I felt her cunt grip and relax over again as if she wanted to burst the rubber and pull my cum into her. Gradually we both relaxed, but it was a wonderful feeling lying on Jenny as my cock slowly softened. Then it slipped out and fell between her legs. I rolled off and lay beside her. I was surprised when she reached down, picking up my cock by the base and pulled the condom off. She rubbed her hands up my wet cock. "Sue and Chele said I had to taste it in case I want to suck your cock another time." She said with an impish grin and then licked her hand covered in our cum. "Well, I'd better do the same in case I want to suck your pussy" I said, putting my fingers deep into her hole. I put my fingers into my mouth and tasted the lovely combination of both of our juices, slightly salty, but nice. We lay quietly for a while, but then we were disturbed by the shrill sound of the factory's horn signalling the end of lunch. We got up and dressed in silence, both of us reluctant to I think. We made our way to the door and as we reached it Jenny turned and hugged me. "My parents are out tonight if you would like to come round?" She phrased it more as a question than a statement, an anxious look in her eyes. Well, Readers, where do you think I spent that evening and many more after it? Initiation An Altheon Story It was dark in the dungeon. Of course with his heightened visual acuity from the change Altheon had no trouble finding his way amongst the maze of pathways and devices. He easily found one of the candelabras and carefully filled it with the tarrow candles they always used; it was the part that came next that was the most difficult for him, as a vampire one was always careful while striking matches. He fumbled into his pocket and brought out a book of matches, struck one and brought it to the wick of the candle; within minutes a suitable glow emanated from the candles. He could see why the coven insisted on using candles in the dungeon, especially during initiations. He found it gave a nicely medieval atmosphere, dark and twisted. The foolish initiate could never be certain what was hiding in the shadows. The dungeon was located in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in the city's crumbling industrial district. The coven had wanted a nice centralized location to perform the initiation rites. It was just as a dungeon should be; dark, dank, and remote. It was a lair of lust and violence. Altheon had never quite come to terms with the predatory nature of being a vampire, but on the rare occasion the bloodlust took over he found the dungeon refreshing. It had been almost 400 years since his friend and first companion, Giovanni, had turned him into a vampire. As a young man living in Italy he had fallen in love with the stars at a time when the science of the heavens was considered heresy. He had spent many endless nights sitting in a field behind his modest house, gazing at the stars, talking to Giovanni. Finally, when Giovanni had asked him the only question that had ever had the power to change his life he had accepted. It really hadn't been that hard to turn his back on his family or life. The appeal of the unknown and the stars had him in its grip. That very night Giovanni had shared with him the secret of immortality. However, it did not turn out like he had expected. The picture Giovanni had painted made being a vampire seem wonderful, but during his changeover something had gone wrong and his need for blood mutated. He was specialized. Unlike all the other vampires he needed a specific blood type in order to survive; he couldn't pick and choose his prey at will. Also, unbeknownst to him he had been a psychic. This gift mutated with the so called gift of immortality and now he also needed to feed off of people's psychic energy. Draining someone of their life by consuming their blood was one thing, draining a person of their soul and leaving them a living husk was quite another. Yet despite all his numerous protests he was a predator; getting off on the hunt and the chase and the feel of the hot, sticky blood sliding over his lips and tongue. It was rapture. It was the guilt afterward that was agony. Altheon stretched his slender yet muscular frame out on the couch to wait for tonight's initiate. Though he had spent time in the dungeon with victims and with other vampires he had never before attended an initiation. He wondered what exactly would take place. He had heard from Vai, one of his female friends, that tonight's initiate was beautiful. Blond and buxom. He had no idea what insanity had made her want to seek out Night's Gate, but he couldn't wait to hear her screams of agony, and then her screams of pleasure. From the corridor above he heard voices; the other vampires had finally arrived and were descending towards the dungeon. Hastily, he stood and ran his hands through his short black hair and then adjusted the cowl of his long black cloak. Just as he had finished doing so the door creaked open and several of the other vampires, all wearing the same long black cloaks, entered. He spotted Vai, who was no stranger to initiations, near the back of the crowd. She had the cowl of her cloak thrown back defiantly and a black leather mask framed her deep set translucent green eyes. Her raven black hair glinted in the flickers of candle light. She had neglected to button all but one of the buttons down the front of her cloak and he could see her racy lingerie underneath. Obviously, Vai was prepared for action tonight. Her firm, perky breasts were pushed up in a satiny black bra and her skimpy thong showed off the curves of her tight round ass. He couldn't help but slide his gaze down the length of her body taking in the black thigh high stockings encasing her long legs and stiletto heels. He saw that her arms were similarly covered in black mesh. He couldn't help smiling whenever he saw her. She was one of his only friends among the immortal and his only true friend in the coven. Of course on occasion they had also been fuck buddies, but with a body like hers who could blame him. Altheon shook his head and hurried over to meet her. "Jesus, how long have you been here?" she blurted out when she saw him coming her way. "I figured you would've been one of the last to show up, if you showed at all." She laughed when she said it. "Not too long. Just long enough to light the candles and work myself into a blood frenzy." He casually replied as he reached her and took her into his arms for their traditional embrace. The two of them hugged and then softly bit each others lips with their fangs, they then kissed letting their blood mingle before breaking off and swallowing. "You taste good tonight. Did you just feed?" "Not long ago. It was delectable. I would've asked you to join me but he wasn't your type. You taste good though too. It's been too long since we've fucked, are you free after this?" "Perhaps." He winked at her. Deep inside he knew he could rarely turn down an invitation to sleep with Vai. "So, ready to let me in on the secret of initiations yet?" Her laugh was musical. "You're here now; you can't wait to see for yourself? If I tell you it will ruin the surprise and what fun is that?" She slipped her slender hand into his and led him back to one of the velvet couches. The other vampires had dispersed around the dungeon to converse, or make out; some of the more wanton ones began to fuck on the couches or tables. Altheon had cuddled up close to Vai on one of the couches. Her smell was intoxicating. He turned her beautiful face towards him and kissed her deeply. Vai moaned lightly and kissed back, pressing herself tight against him, running her hands through his black hair. He could taste the hint of blood on her lips, both from their kiss and from her earlier feeding and it only served to inflame his lust even more. He felt his dick stiffen as he reached his hand into her bra to squeeze her breast. Her nipple hardened immediately under the touch of his deft fingers. She had unbuttoned his cloak and his pants and was just about to slide her hand down to his cock when a voice from above them interrupted. "Well well, the reluctant vampire finally decided to attend an initiation. Imagine that." "Stuff it, Mordecai. Not everyone is an arrogant mother fucking asshole like you." Vai snapped. Altheon had to stifle a laugh. This was one of the reasons Vai was his best friend. She had a mouth to match her vivacious personality. Mordecai Velanius was the master of this particular dungeon and just about one of the most disagreeable individuals Altheon had ever met. He was tall and heavily muscled, a large man with a large ego to go with it. His head was shaved bald but his facial hair more than made up for it. His eyebrows were bushy. He had a long braided mustache and a goatee. Metal studs glinted in his cheeks and ears. He looked like a bouncer gone horribly wrong. He had thrown his cloak off and stood before them in a tight black shirt that showed off his bulging biceps, pecks, and abs. Everything about him was huge. Altheon swore he must've been a steroid junkie before his change. Mordecai flexed his arms and then cracked his fingers. "Why don't you ditch the loser, Vai, and get with a real man?" "What like you? I probably couldn't even find your dick. I've heard steroids leave you a little lacking in that department. Besides, Altheon has something you could never have…intelligence." Seeing the flash of rage in Mordecai's icy blue eyes Altheon decided this had gone on long enough and reluctantly disengaged from Vai. "What is it I can do for you, Mordecai? I'm here aren't I? Seriously I don't understand all the posturing. What are you going to do, kick my ass? We're both immortal, any damage we inflict will be gone tomorrow; and I'm not going to break the code and stake you or make a bonfire out of your ass. So why don't you just get on with whatever you came over here for? If you didn't notice a beautiful girl was about to play with my cock and I'm eager to have her continue." Altheon flashed him his best smile, coincidentally barring his fangs. "I just wanted to make sure you understood that you need to participate tonight. First timers have to participate. No voyeurism. I know you get a little squeamish sometimes. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed." He practically growled it. "Is that all? I have no problem participating." Mordecai made to stalk off when Altheon added, "I just hope she's my type. You know about my specialization." "Freak." Was all Mordecai said as he turned and stormed away. Vai laid her hand on Altheon's leg as she laughed. "That was brilliant. You are so funny, Altheon. Did you see the look on his face when you had said he was interrupting your hand job? Classic." Altheon was just about to respond, when the grating sound of metal on metal came from above. The outer door of the warehouse was being drawn open. Everyone sat stone still, listening for the sounds of stilettos clicking rhythmically on the concrete above. After what seemed like an hour they finally heard the soft clicks of heels and the crash of something being carelessly knocked over. Mordecai growled an order for everyone to make ready and all about the chamber you could hear the scuffling sounds of feet and the swish of cloak hoods being drawn up around faces. The vampires, twenty six in total, formed an open semi-circle facing the entrance, retreating back into the shadows so the initiate could not see them as she entered. If the girl spooked and ran she would be set upon by the waiting killers. The two closest to the door would make sure that the door was securely latched behind her as she entered. One way or another, the girl that entered this room would not leave it. Either she would bravely face the torture and become a member of the coven or she would be a late night snack for those in attendance. The sound of the stilettos neared the rusty door to the underground chamber and the door creaked open yet again to reveal a voluptuous young woman. A candle bathed her innocent face with gentle light. Altheon could see she had clear blue eyes and long blonde hair. The woman wore a white robe clasped around her slender neck, underneath; her figure was shapely, curvy. Her breasts were large and prominently displayed in a white lace bustier. Her delicate pink nipples, stiff from the cold and her rising level of excitement, protruded from cutouts in the bustier. She wore a skimpy white lace thong that revealed her nicely contoured ass and long legs. Like Vai she also wore thigh high stockings and stilettos. Altheon thought the two of them looked like night and day. He could tell immediately that this one was his type. In her aroused state he could see the flush of blood under her creamy skin. He could smell her pheromones in slight sheen of sweat on her body. He longed to taste her; all of her. For the second time that night he felt his dick beginning to stiffen. The girl hesitantly moved into the room temporarily blinded by the sudden light of the candles. She couldn't see the vampires waiting in the shadows but she could feel their hungry eyes on her, appraising her, undressing her, tasting her. The door remained open while she moved deeper into the cavernous room. Once she was deep enough inside that the door was obscured by darkness again Altheon saw one of the door minders dart over and slam it shut. The latch resolutely clicked. The girl jumped and turned in startled amazement to it. She visibly shuddered. While she was turned staring longingly at what had been her only means of escape, Mordecai stepped forth out of the shadows to stand before her. He crossed his massive arms over his chest and waited. Only glimpses of his face were visible from under the deep cowl of the cloak. The girl shrieked and jumped again when her eyes returned forward and she saw his menacing bulk blocking her way. "Your name?" Mordecai's deep voice rumbled like thunder from out of the hood. "Skye Mason." The girl replied in a voice that betrayed very little of the fear she must've been feeling. "Why have you come here, Skye Mason? Surely you must know you have walked into a den of vampires? Surely you must know that before the night is through you will be used for their perversions? Surely you must know that before the night is finished they will feed on you?" You had to admire Skye. She held her head up high, her air of confidence only slightly diminished by the way her chin trembled. Her eyes came to Mordecai and Altheon could see how brightly her desire burned in them. "I am aware of all that you have said and more. I seek the gift you have. I have nothing in this world. I desire power, beauty, and immortality. I will gladly endure all you will do to me in order to gain the power you possess. I submit to your desire." And with that she unclasped her robe and tossed it back to the floor. She dropped to her knees and bared her neck to a room full of waiting vampires. "We'll see about that." Mordecai sharply laughed. He snapped his fingers and two more vampires emerged from the shadows. They descended on the girl like a tornado, scooping her up and depositing her in front of Mordecai's large frame. Slowly and deliberately he pushed the hood of his cloak back off his head. "Look into my eyes, Skye Mason." As she lifted her eyes to gaze at the hulking man before her the only sound in the room the vampires could hear was the steady drumming of her heart. When her eyes met Mordecai's they were confidant and blazing with a stubborn defiance. She certainly had balls. "Accepted." Mordecai's deep voice boomed out over her head. With that he pulled her upright and kissed her neck. She gasped as his fangs punctured the thin skin of the side of her neck. He didn't drink deeply from her and when he pulled away the rich, meaty aroma of her blood filled the nostrils of all who waited in attendance. Several warm drops wound their way down her slender neck and into the hollow of her throat. "It begins now. Who volunteers to initiate this newcomer?" Vai immediately stepped forth out of the shadows. Altheon chuckled inside; he had just known that Skye would be her type. Several of the other members of the coven stepped forward as well. He exhaled deeply and joined the five other men and women standing in the light. Mordecai cast his cool appraising stare over the volunteers and a sadistic smile spread to his lips. "I chose Altheon and Vai." Little did he know he had just done Altheon a favor, as this was suddenly something he was greatly looking forward to. It had been a while since he had fed on such a sumptuous looking woman, and Vai had already stoked the fires of his ardor tonight. The two chosen vampires pushed their hoods back to revel their faces while the others melted back into the darkness. Altheon and Vai stood above their initiate appraising her. Her cool blue eyes fearlessly met first Altheon's gray eyes and then Vai's green. Now that she had been accepted as an initiate and not as a meal her fear had lessened dramatically. However, the unflinching predatory gaze of the vampires made her turn her eyes down to the floor. Even though the rest of the coven had melted back into the shadows she knew they still watched. "You will stand and you will obey." It was Vai that had spoken, but Altheon knew that it was now Mistress Vai speaking, and that the rite had begun. Vai's movements seemed to undulate like a snake as she sinuously advanced towards the waiting initiate. Her hand came up and gently caressed Skye's face, her strong fingers finally settling under Skye's chin. With a smooth liquid motion she drew the waiting girl's face up so she could look into the beautiful clear blue eyes. Vai traced the initiate's full pouty lips with her thumb nail and then down her chin and the side of her neck making sure to gouge the previous wound inflicted from Mordecai. Skye flinched and whimpered when Vai's long nail caught her puncture wounds. "Altheon, bind her hands behind her back and then bring her to me." Skye stood still as a statue as Altheon found a nice long leather thong and moved behind her to bind her at the wrist. As his long fingers grasped her slender wrists he marveled at the velvety softness of her skin and the warmth of her body. Her scent was almost as overwhelming as Vai's had been earlier, if for completely different reasons. He bound her wrists tightly with the thong, relishing the way she grunted in discomfort as the leather dug into her skin drawing blood. He brought her succulent wrist up to his mouth and ran his tongue slowly along the underside, tasting the blood he had drawn. Once both of her wrists were securely bound behind her back he pressed the length of himself against her firm backside and reached around to fondle her perky breasts. He couldn't wait until he could draw her engorged pink nipples into his mouth and bite them with his sharp fangs. He could hardly wait to taste her hot blood filling her mouth as he sucked on her tits. Reluctantly, he released her breasts and led her over to where Vai was waiting. Vai stood by one of the dungeon's winches. From the ceiling a large metal hook hung suspended. If the hook was secured in a captive's bonds the winch could be cranked up leaving the captive uncomfortably suspended several inches, at most, off the ground. Vai slipped the hook into Skye's leather bonds and began to crank the winch. She stopped once Skye had to stand on her toes to avoid the intense discomfort of the leather cutting into her wrists. The way Altheon had bound her wrists caused her breasts to prominently jut forward when tension was applied. Skye's full breasts were now thrust forward, threatening to spill out of her bustier. The blood from her first bite wound trickled down between her tits staining the white lace red in between her cleavage. A small puddle of blood had also begun to form behind her from her dripping wrists. The scent of Skye's blood mixed with the pheromones from her arousal and the smell of candle smoke was beginning to drive the vampires to blood lust. "She sure does have some nice tits, doesn't she?" Vai practically purred to Altheon. "I saw you taste her, does she taste good?' "Sweet and heady. I can barely wait until our fangs are deep in her throat draining all the life from her." If Skye was afraid of hearing them talk of her physical death she didn't show it. Altheon and Vai shared a long kiss, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hands on her ass pressing her firmly to his crotch, grinding her against his rock hard erection before they turned their attention to the waiting Skye. The pain in her shoulders and wrists had finally seeped through her strong façade and tears were slowly leaking from the corners of her eyes. Vai tilted Skye's head back and kissed her. Altheon could see their tongues meeting between their parted lips, Vai's tongue darting out to meet Skye's anxious moist tongue. Vai firmly squeezed Skye's voluminous tits, her fingers reaching out to pinch and roll the already firm nipples. Vai pressed the length of her taut body against Skye, their breasts rubbing together, night and day intertwined. Initiation Altheon crouched before the initiate. Her long gazelle's legs had begun to shake from the strain of supporting all her weight on her toes. He ran his hands up the length of them, relishing the smooth texture of her thigh highs giving way to the buttery soft creamy white skin of her thighs. Skye's breathing had begun to quicken and her moans could now be heard by the people waiting in the shadows. Vai gently grasped Skye's panties and pulled them aside so that Altheon could have unlimited access to her waiting pussy. He gazed longingly for a moment on the few wisps of downy blonde hair before parting her lips with his nimble fingers. He ran his finger along her moist crevice and then brought it up to circle her waiting clit. Skye moaned loudly and thrust her hips forward to meet his wandering finger. He slowly drew his finger back down the length of her and slowly slid it into her hot tight pussy, easily finding her secret spot. The natural musk of her pheromones snaked into his nostrils and he could feel his cock pressing hard against the front of his pants. His tongue easily found its way to her clit, already hard from his earlier attention. He sucked it gently into his mouth careful to keep his fangs from puncturing it. Slowly he circled the tender nub, flicking it with his tongue moistening her further with his saliva. Vai kissed her way down Skye's stomach to join him, and both of their tongues probed into her slit, mingling together inside of her. Altheon slipped a hand into Vai's panties and rubbed the smooth skin of her shaven pussy, sliding his fingers deep within her. She rewarded him with a nice deep moan. Suddenly Vai sank her needle sharp fangs into Skye and her hot blood filled his mouth mixed with the juices of her arousal. Skye let forth a high pitched shriek as the fangs sunk deep into her flesh and the pleasure turned to pain. Altheon's heart hammered as her blood ran down his waiting throat. It was all he could do to not push Vai off and finish the job himself. Vai sensed his impatience and pulled him back. He glared at her with the bloodlust in his eyes, but finally understood, it was still too soon to take her. The shock of being bitten had caused Skye's legs to finally give out and the leather thong binding her wrist bit deeply into her flesh. Fresh blood trickled anew and dripped onto the stone tiles behind her. Altheon watched Vai stand and begin to disrobe; watching as first the cloak, the bra, and the skimpy thong hit the floor. The only thing she left on was her thigh highs, her stilettos, the mesh covering her arms, and of course the leather mask that covered her eyes. He followed suit, finally releasing his cock from its torturous prison inside his pants. Once he had stripped down completely he turned and stood before the initiate. Her large blue eyes now held pain instead of anticipation. She was finally realizing that there was a price to immortality. Altheon knew that she had barely even begun to pay the price. His eyes appraised her as she struggled against her bonds. He had tied them tightly so he knew there was no chance of her loosening them to release the searing pressure on her wrists; the more she struggled the tighter they became and the more they bit into her flesh. Vai emerged from the darkness holding a long bullwhip in her hand. His gaze took in her lush naked body standing ominously behind Skye's voluptuous curves. His hand moved to his dick feeling the hardness there, wishing Vai would hurry. He desperately wanted to fuck the both of them. He approached Skye from the front and sharply pushed her head to the side exposing her delicate neck, the vein pulsed invitingly under her thin skin. He ran his tongue down the length of her neck pausing to feel the way her undulating pulse felt, savoring the aroma of her skin. He undid the straps of her bustier and tore the lace down the front, letting it fall to the floor. His tongue found the trail of dried blood that had dripped from the place Mordecai had bitten her and he traced it to her luscious tits. The metallic tang of it on his taste buds caused his cock to twitch in anticipation. He circled her nipple with his finger before drawing it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. His hands caressed her hips and then slid behind her to grab the firm cheeks of her ass. He felt her tense as he ran his teeth over her stiff nipple. Her breaths were ragged now, her teeth clenched. Just as he sank his fangs into the tender nub of her nipple Vai brought the tip of the whip solidly down between her shoulder blades. Skye screamed at the top of her lungs as the pain radiated outward. He sucked her erect nipple into his mouth and moaned as her blood ran slowly down his throat. From above him he could hear the whip crack as Vai brought it down on her naked back repeatedly, eliciting screams of agony. Her blood ran down over his fingers; hot and sticky from the criss cross welts Vai had made down the length of her back. "Who wants to taste her?" Vai's voice seemed to boom out over the chamber. Skye's eyes grew wide as the other twenty four vampires seemed to coalesce out of the shadows. She hadn't known there would be that many. The members of the coven had been waiting for this moment since Altheon and Vai had begun. Skye shuddered as fingers reached for her, caressing her exposed flesh, poking into her cuts and punctures, coating them with her blood. She had begun to grow weak from her blood loss and no longer even fought to remain on her toes, not caring that her wrists screamed in agony as she planted her feet on the floor. Her back was a sheet of fire; the lacerations searing every time another vampire ran their finger over the inflamed skin. Perhaps the worst though was the way her bite wounds throbbed anew with each beat of her heart. Her nipple was awash with agony, the bite Vai had left on her snatch seemed to scream along with her, and the first wound on her neck provided a steady stabbing pain as her jugular tried to return blood to her frantic heart. The vampires of the Night Gate coven formed a ring around her after they had tasted her. She could see their pupils dilating in the shimmering light from the candles as the blood lust firmly settled over them. Fangs were barred and they looked longingly at her exposed throat and milky white flesh. "Skye Mason," Mordecai spoke sharply too her, "you have felt the bite of a vampires kiss. Do you still wish to proceed? Do you still seek entrance to the Night Gate?" Skye's eyes blazed defiance as she softly yet confidently answered, "Yes, I still seek admittance to the Night Gate." "As you wish, but first you must swear our oath. After that Altheon and Vai will give you what you desire. Do you swear to give yourself to the night; to never again see a sunrise, to never again live as a human? You will be a predator, stalking the night in search of prey. Do you swear to never kill a child? Do you swear to never inflict mortal wounds on another of the vampire brethren; no stakes, no flames?" "I swear." "Then your pledge has been accepted. Bring out the brand. All members of the Night Gate are marked before they join with a brand. Burns are the only thing the changeover will not heal. Once you are given the night's gift all the scars you have received will vanish as if they never existed, but the brand will remain." One of the vampires returned with a heated metal brand, a representation of a vampire's barred fangs inside a circle. The metal glowed red hot and Skye's shriek of anguish reverberated off the cavernous walls of the dungeon as it was applied to the curve of her ass cheek. The smell of her scorched flesh wafted through the air as the brand was removed leaving a perfect puckered scar on her ass. "Let her down and finish." Mordecai snapped to Altheon and Vai who had waited patiently for them to finish. Vai cranked the winch lowering her from her suspended prison and Altheon caught her limp body in his arms. "Almost done, soon you'll have the gift." He whispered in her ear as he slowly lowered her to the cold concrete of the floor. He could see that delirium was beginning to set in from the blood loss. Her eyes darted about unable to focus on anything for more than a few fleeting moments, and her breaths were shallow. Under his hand her heart raced trying to keep up with her body's excitement, both from her arousal and from her instinctive struggle to remain alive. Vai joined him next to Skye on the ground and brushed her long blonde hair off her face. She kissed Skye's lips and neck tenderly and then kissed Altheon deeply. "Ready?" She breathlessly purred into his ear. "I've been ready since I saw her." Vai stretched Skye's arms out above her head and held her limp wrists in her strong hands as Altheon's hands caressed the length of her waiting body. His dick was still rock hard and throbbing. His hands ran over her heaving tits and then down the washboard of her stomach and over the curves of her hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her now blood soaked panties and drew them down over her lengthy legs, tossing them off into the shadows. He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them his cock twitching in anticipation. Slowly he pushed the length of himself into her wet pussy, relishing in the feeling of her soft skin flush against his. He fucked her gently at first, kissing her delicate neck and collarbones, softly squeezing her large tits and rolling her firm nipples between his fingers. His hands ran up her arms and then down her sides. Skye responded, using the last of her waning strength to wrap her legs around him and thrust her hips back in time with his thrusts. She moaned softly as his nails scratched down her ribcage. Finally, he gave into his wanton blood lust. He searched out the throbbing vein in her throat and sank his fangs deep into her jugular. Her eyes widened from the shock and sudden pain. She gasped as he sucked hard on her neck, her blood gushing and filling his hungry mouth; running smoothly down his throat. His pupils dilated and he moaned in rapture at her taste. She was sweet and heady. Her blood was rich. He felt her squeeze her legs tighter around him as he slowly sucked the life from her. Her heartbeat was like a drum in his mind; pounding fiercely with the tempo of his thrusts; then waning, ebbing, slowing to only several beats a minute. As her heart neared its final beat he came, pulling his mouth away from her neck in just the last instant. Skye lay beneath him; her eyes cloudy and glazed, her body limp. Vai knowing exactly what needed to be done bit into her wrist and brought it to Skye's pale bloodless lips. Vai's hot sticky blood flowed over Skye's lips and for a moment Altheon thought she may have been too late. But as her hot blood filled Skye's mouth and ran down her throat Skye reached out and seized Vai's wrist, sucking on it ravenously. Altheon watched as her color returned and her eyes regained their clarity. When she had had enough Vai pried her wrist from Skye's hungry mouth. Skye sat up bewildered for a moment before the pain of her physical death slammed into her. She screamed, and Vai released her hands. Skye immediately clutched her abdomen as the pains of death tore through her. Between her clenched teeth and her screams she managed to pant to Altheon, "What's…happening?" "Your mortal body has to die. It's the changeover, it happens to all of us. This is the price that must be paid. You will never forget this pain, having to live as your body dies." Though he was sure it had seemed like hours for her, within minutes her screaming and convulsing had ceased. Her breath was still shallow though, as the last of the death pains had ended. Her eyes came unafraid to first Altheon and then Vai. Her beauty was apparent in the low light. Her blond hair shone like gold and her eyes were now a brilliant icy blue. She smiled and where her eye teeth had once been there were now perfect inch long fangs. She lightly bit her lip and was rewarded by the taste of blood filling her mouth. "It tastes wonderful." She exclaimed to the coven. Mordecai stepped forth and embraced her. "You are now a member of the Night Gate. You did well. Your body is still weak from the changeover; you will need to take a victim soon." Skye nodded to him as Vai draped the black cloak of the coven around her shoulders. The other members of the coven melted back into the darkness, making their way back to the streets of the city to hunt their own victims. Altheon closed his eyes and thought of the nights events. When he opened them both Vai and Skye were watching him. Though all of his lusts had been sated, he still wanted more. He remembered Vai's proposition from earlier in the evening, and he could feel himself getting hard again. "Well ladies, anyone want to come back to my apartment for a night cap?" He laughed. When he saw mischievous smiles form on their faces he knew he would be in for a long night. Initiation Initiation Being a single female I am medium height and thin, just less than 100 pounds. I have my parents build which is slight so I don't have to try and keep thin it just happens. I used to live with two other girls but I just got thrown out of my apartment so I had to find a place to live. I went to my girlfriend's Aunt who lives in the next town and asked if I could stay with her and her boyfriend for a while until I could find a place to live. My parents live halfway across the country as I stayed close to where I went to college after graduation. I am 29 and my girlfriend's aunt is 37 years old. She lives with an older man who is 50. She told me I could stay in the guest room for as long as I needed. She set some ground rules for me and I almost thought I was living at home again. She told me no overnight men guests and I needed to be home before the bars close. Additionally she said I should be careful walking around the house at night, this comment I didn't understand at first. After a few weeks staying with Kim and Tim I was getting used to their routine. They were generally private but I could hear some strange noises coming from the other end of the house. At first I didn't pay any attention but after a few weeks of hearing what I thought were screams and then other sounds I snuck down towards their bedroom door to listen. It was kind of late and I had been in bed in my nightshirt so I didn't bother to change I just snuck close to the door. At first I did clearly hear Kim scream in pain which was first preceded by a loud slapping sound. This startled me so much I almost barged in the door until I heard my girlfriends Aunt cry out, "I have been so bad today teacher, please may I have another whipping." I was shocked to say the least but also very curious. By now I was at the door which was slightly ajar because I had almost barged in. I could see in the corner of the room which is usually covered in a curtain but now was exposed. On the wall was a hook to which Kim's hands were tied to above her head, she was completely naked except for thigh high stockings and a cherry red ass which showed where Tim had just whipped her with the cane he was holding. He quickly brought this down on her cheeks again and her scream was both pain and pleasure. By now I was getting quite turned on by this scene and I proceeded to rub my clit. Tim was walking around in his boxer shorts and gently stroking different parts of Kim's body to her pleasure and then slapping her behind again. The welts were clearly visible and though I don't know why this turned me on I was furiously trying to cum and not paying attention to the door at all. I was getting close when all of a sudden the door swung open and I was standing in the doorway with one hand rubbing my clit and the other pinching my nipple staring at Tim. Shocked like a kid caught doing something she shouldn't be doing I wanted to run but I froze. Then Tim said "It seems your niece's friend is very interested in what goes on in here Kim. I think I will show her," with that he grabbed me gently but forcefully and picked me up and lay me face down on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled my panties down off my now exposed bum. The first smack was such a shock it had been 20 years since I had been spanked and it wasn't pleasant then. I started to struggle to get free but it's difficult when you're only 90 pounds and the guy is over six feet tall and very strong. The second swat hurt worse than the first and the sting was horrible as his big hands were able to cover both of my cheeks with one swat. He continued this and the more I struggled the harder he spanked and I could feel the sting and the warmth from the slap spreading throughout my whole pelvis. Soon I was numb to the pain, but the warmth turned to absolute pleasure in just a few moments. The whole scene so far had gone on for less than a minute and I could feel my clit tingle with each slap across my behind. It was like a jolt of electricity right into my clit and I could feel my pussy getting very wet. I don't know when I stopped screaming and started moaning but when this happened Tim's rhythm slowed a bit and became more measured as each stroke across my backside brought me closer to the edge. Soon I was screaming in pleasure as I came in the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my whole life. Nothing ever had made me cum that hard, ever and when I thought I was done I felt Tim run his hand over one of my butt cheeks and slide a finger down over my pussy lips and came to rest on my clit. Well that did it I exploded again like never before and in the process I think I made Tim's boxers (at least one leg) all wet. I then collapsed in a heap on his lap. He gently picked me up and lay me on their bed. The whole episode had only taken five minutes and my girlfriend's Aunt hadn't said a word! She was still tied to the wall when Tim went over to her whispered something in her ear and took her hands down from the wall. Kim then came over to me and took me back to my bedroom and put me to bed, needless to say I slept very well and dreamt of that spanking and my initiation. The Beginning Kim came into my room the next morning to explain a few things to me. She told me that Tim was her teacher and she was submissive to him. She went on to say that what I did upset him and he was very unhappy with Kim and I. He was a little bit pissed that I got his boxers sopping wet. He thought at first I peed on him until he felt my pussy and found it very wet and when I climaxed after he touched my clit he knew I didn't pee. Kim told me she was punished all night for my indiscretion but would not elaborate on just what that punishment was. She told me that Tim had added one more rule to my living in his house. I was to be in my room by 8 pm and the door was to remain locked. If I didn't like it, I could move out. I could only come out at his invitation after 8 and if I wasn't in the house by that time I had to find another place to sleep that night. I was shocked but Kim said if he didn't like me he would have thrown me out last night. I didn't know what to say. I told her how much I had enjoyed the spanking and further shocked me when she said, "I know I could hear you moaning. I love it too. You got the spanking I WAS GOING TO GET LAST NIGHT!"She went on to explain that, "I love to get spanked, get tied up, as well as other things we do. I just have chosen to be the submissive partner and leave it up to Tim. In effect I am his to do with as he pleases." I couldn't believe it but at the same time it excited me. We talked like school girls for over an hour and I found out more and more and as I listened I got more and more interested. The next words out of my mouth even shocked me when I think about it now I asked Kim "Would you be willing to share him with me? After last night I have never cum so hard in my life and I want it again." Her answer was simple and though in retrospect not out of character. "It's not my choice it's Tim's." The next few weeks were almost unbearable as Tim hardly spoke to me but was very civil. I for my part followed his rules. After 8pm I was in my room door locked but it didn't take long for me to start masturbating at the thought on Tim spanking me. Though each time I had a great orgasm it just wasn't as earth shattering as my initiation. Close to Thanksgiving time Tim asked me at dinner to join him and Kim for cocktails with some friends they were having over the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It was just two other couples and we ate drank and watched a few football games on TV. I helped with the dishes and other things like I would have at my own home. Tim actually spoke more than a few words to me that night. He asked about my job and my aspirations. He asked about my friends and we had a very nice conversation, nothing about that night was mentioned even after the guests had left and the three of us were just sitting around having a nightcap. I wanted to ask him then and when I started Kim could tell the direction of the conversation and tried to stop me but it was too late. I spat it out. Tim for his part was very nonchalant, he just said to me, "Be careful what you wish for and make sure you know what you are getting into before you take the leap. Kim and I have something very special and we have an understanding of each others wants and needs, we help each other fulfill those needs and they are not for everybody and not for the fainthearted. This is a bit of a warning, I don't think you really know what you are dealing with here and until you do be very careful. I don't want to see you get hurt emotionally." With that he went to bed leaving us alone to talk. Talk we did for hours we talked, she explained and as she did I was fascinated and turned on. I wanted to be a part of this, I wanted to be a submissive like Kim. The next step was convincing Tim. I asked my girlfriend's Aunt how I should do this so she suggested I ask Tim at dinner. The night came I was going to ask and I gathered my courage and asked. His response was, "Are you prepared to do as I say every time I say exactly as I say no questions? Are you ready to give control of your life in this house completely to me? Do you trust me to not physically hurt you, because that is not what this is about? Do you want this? Are you 100 percent sure? Take some time to answer these questions because for me to do this you have to be totally committed. Do you understand that I will do this until such time as you or I choose to end the arrangement?" A week later I came home from work early having made up my mind I was totally committed to doing this. I knew Kim would not be home but Tim would be as he was taking some time off. I knocked on his office door and waited, I could hear some papers rustling then he said "Come in." I walked in the office and he turned to face me. I waited until he spoke as I had been talking to Kim and she gave me some pointers. Finally he spoke and said "What's on your mind?" I told him I was committed I wanted to do this, I asked him to be my teacher too. He paused and said, "I will think about it, in the meantime I will begin to train you. During this time I will be more patient because you're new to this. First off if ever you're being hurt and you want it to be stopped just tell me "cry uncle", that will be my way of knowing I have gone too far and I will stop. "Just so you know Kim has the same phrase to use, but has never used it but its there for your protection. Second you are going to be tested to see how willing you actually are so be prepared. Third until I decide to fully train you, you may stop at any time just come into my office and tell me and you can continue to live here. After I have taken you on, if you decide to end the arrangement you will end it by moving out! Is this understood?" I nodded and as I turned to leave Tim said "Where are you going I haven't told you, you can leave." I swallowed hard as I just came to a realization that this is for real, but I knew I wanted to do it. I turned back as Tim said, "Go to your room and put on your most revealing underwear, the ones that you think are the sexiest and meet me in my bedroom in five minutes." My heart was racing I was excited I didn't know what to expect but I knew I was looking forward to it. I couldn't get changed fast enough and I think I made it back in less than two minutes. As I entered the bedroom I was not prepared for what I saw, there were two wool lined leather cuffs one on each foot of the bed and two more on the posts. Tim was naked except for his shorts and I thought he was a little excited as it looked like he was getting hard. He made me get into the cuffs facing the bed so that each leg was tied to a bed leg and my legs were spread wide open. The other cuffs made me lie forward on the bed and I couldn't move but for a few inches. Tim then sat on the bed facing me; he smiled and said "I hope you're ready for this." With that he took off his shorts and I could plainly see his cock wasn't hard at all it was just very thick. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed a tube of lube. Seeing this I thought "I really don't need that," I was getting very wet already and although he seemed large I had never had any problems in the past. He then started to stroke himself and it didn't take long before he was very stiff and though he wasn't huge, he had a thick cock. He got up behind me and basically ripped my thong right off me. I could hear him squeeze the tube of lube but I was totally taken aback when he started to rub the lube into my anus. Now I started to get nervous I was a virgin there and though a few fingers have found there way in there, that's all. I could feel his penis as he rubbed it over my butt, then he placed the head right at the entrance and started to push. He said, "Try to relax I will go slowly and you will find it easier to just let it happen." It seemed like an hour, I could feel the head of his cock in my ass and I was biting my lip. It wasn't painful, as he was going slowly, but it seemed like it wasn't going to fit. Then all of a sudden he pulled out. He didn't speak he just went over to a part of the room I couldn't see and when he came back I felt something much smaller being placed where his cock was just a moment before. This slid in must easier and after it was in Tim said, "I guess you weren't ready for me yet but I want you to use this butt plug daily and after you find it easy to get it in, I will give you a larger one." He then left the room. I was comfortable but pantyless and horny with my arms and legs tied to the bed. I was resting with the plug when Kim came in. She sat on the bed and just smiled at me. She put her things away and without a word as she put a finger to her lips for me to be quiet she got undressed and put on a robe. She left the room and came back a few minutes later with Tim. This time they both lay down on the bed and as they kissed, Kim's robe fell open revealing her breasts. Tim went to work on her nipples as I eagerly watched. I was getting hornier by the minute, as he reached between her legs she eagerly opened them to accept his finger running over her pussy. Then Kim got on her knees as Tim lay down and she took his member in her mouth. Being soft she could barely get some of it in her mouth and as it grew larger she could only fit the head and a little more in her mouth as her hand simultaneously stroked him. I could now see his cock glistening with her spit as she stroked it up and down. She did this for a few minutes until Tim rose and let Kim lay on her back with her pussy facing me, her knees raised slightly and her legs wide apart. Tim then proceeded to mount her and I had a ringside seat. I had never seen anyone have sex before but it was very exciting and I wished I could get my hand free so I could stroke my aching clit. I wanted to cum so bad at this point but all I could do was watch. In a while I heard Tim say to me "Do you want my cum?" At first I didn't know what he what talking about but when he spoke again he said my name first so there was no mistake. I had only had a guy cum in my mouth once before and it wasn't the most pleasant experience but now I was so horny and afraid to say no I blurted out yes yes I want it. He increased his speed a little and shortly he got off Kim and I found myself with the purple head of Tim's cock coming right for my mouth. I opened my mouth and was barely able to get the head in when the first spurt shot to the back of my throat. I closed my mouth around his cock head afraid to do anything else as I felt each pulse and spurt of his cum in my mouth. Soon though I couldn't hold it in and it started to leak out the sides as I tried to swallow but I found it difficult with his cock in my mouth. I managed as he was done shortly and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I swallowed what I could as I didn't know what else to do. I don't remember the taste at all, I was still so excited. Tim got up from the bed and slowly pulled the butt plug from my ass and then back in again, he did this for a few minutes. I was so hoping to get something or someone to touch my clit because at this point I was ready to explode; only I knew it wasn't to be yet. Tim left the room and Kim got cleaned up and came back and untied me. I said "I need to cum so bad," she told me I needed permission and Tim was the only one to give it. I just wanted to reach down and rub my clit once I know that's all it would take and I started to do just that when Kim's hand grabbed mine and said, "I wouldn't do that if you know what's good for you." Needless to say I didn't. She gave me some clothes I was to wear that night, if you can call them that. It was a pair of shear panties and a demi bra that only lifted my size C breasts and exposed my now very hard nipples. Kim motioned for me to follow her, we went out and I helped to cook dinner, that is to say I served everything she gave me to Tim. He did his best to tease me every once in a while, accidentally rubbing one of my nipples which sent shudders through me. After dinner Tim made me sit at his feet and he asked me how I liked my first taste. I was careful when I said, "Teacher I was so excited by everything I really enjoyed myself but," at that word he stopped me and said, "If you were looking for regular sex you won't get that here, I know you want to get off too. Do you want to rub your pussy or have me lick it till you cum? Well I don't think your are ready for that kind of reward yet so you will just have to wait. You are forbidden from masturbating or doing anything that would make you cum until I tell you it's ok or I make you cum myself, is that understood?" I nodded in understanding. Virgin No more A few weeks went by and I was witness to a few other things always preceded with a butt plug for me and being tied up somehow. Saturday began a little differently as I awoke, I now had a bed by the closet in the master bedroom, I would occasionally get to sleep in the big bed, but mostly in the small bed. This Saturday Kim had left early she had to do some errands and when she left she told me to climb in bed next to Tim and just sleep until, well I would know when. Well I knew when alright. Tim got up went to the bathroom to relieve himself and came back to bed to see me lying there he smiled and gave me a kiss. Actually the first one full on the lips. I did enjoy it when a man envelops you with his arms and gives you a deep soul kiss. He then ran his hand over my back all over my nude ass and gently cupped one of my breasts. He then tenderly kissed it and sucked the nipple in his mouth and rolled it around his tongue. It felt delicious. It didn't last too long as he then broke away and told me that he wanted me to make him cum without using my pussy and if I did well he would reward me. With that he smacked my ass once good and hard and I instantly got flush with excitement. Well I soon was working on his cock with my mouth and hands stroking him and sucking for all I was worth. I must have been doing something right because soon he started to moan and I just kept at it with more enthusiasm. I wanted the reward, whatever it was, so I started to lick for all I was worth the underside of Tim's cockhead while stroking his massively thick cock up and down. Soon I could tell he was going over the edge and within a minute he was cumming spurts in my mouth. I was careful this time and didn't spill a drop and swallowed every last bit. I even remember it tasted a little salty with a sweetish aftertaste. I was so proud of myself I was smiling from ear to ear when Tim said, "Now I want to see you rub your pussy." Initiation I was disappointed to say the least, I thought I was going to have some help or something, I didn't expect this at all. I guess my face must have shown it too because he then said. "If you don't like that idea then you don't want to cum that bad do you?" At which I replied, "Yes I want to cum so bad teacher please let me." He relented and I proceeded to rub myself. It was more exciting than I ever imagined as I had never masturbated in front of anyone before and I was so turned on by what had just transpired too. I was getting real wet and I could feel myself just start to get close when he told me to stop. I was dumbfounded but I did as I was told and when I opened my eyes to look at Tim I noticed that he too was masturbating while watching me. He was hard again and I was so excited when he told me to get on all fours. He got behind me and placed that cock right at the opening of my cunt. He slowly pushed it in and as it slipped in to my wet folds and filled me up he said, "Now you can finish what you started." He reached around and cupped my breasts which by now were burning for attention and I rubbed my clit faster than ever. When I was at the point I was ready to cum again, again Tim said, "Stop for a moment then start up again slowly, I want you to prolong it until I tell you to cum." I did just that and this game went on a few more times until finally he started to pound his cock into me harder and faster than before and he told me, "Now you can cum any time." Well that did it I came and I came and I flooded his cock with my juice. I was so wet and cumming so hard when he moaned and stopped stroking signaling his own climax. I was as spent, as the orgasm I had faded, when I got spanked and this one was just as intense and pleasurable but totally different. After Tim came he slumped down on me and we kind of rolled onto our sides with him still filling me up with his manhood. It felt so warm and I wished he would have stayed hard but soon he slipped out and I could feel the warm cum and my own juices flow out of my pussy soaking me and the sheets. Tim just held me though and wouldn't let me move as we lay there. After I got over my embarrassment of leaking everywhere I just lay there in his arms as he just gently held me close. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as his breathing slowed and became more regular. I soon was in an almost sleep state it felt so good to be close to him after just screwing like we did. Nothing would interrupt our embrace and nothing did for soon I awoke to find Tim gone and the covers pulled over me. I looked at the clock and I must have been asleep for 2 hours. I got up with a start only to find Tim sitting in a chair watching me. He smiled and he told me he was just admiring my beauty as I slept. I blushed and hurried to clean up. I had been using my butt plug for a few weeks now and had even graduated to a larger one. So after I cleaned up Tim said he needed to do one more thing before we showered and dressed for the day. I was to assume the position at the end of the bed in the leather cuffs. I knew what this meant but now I was ready. Tim started by fingering my pussy and clit. I started to get wet again and soon he had me moaning. He even took his cock and slid it in my pussy for a few minutes and this felt really good. He had already gotten the lube and put it on the bed so while he was stroking his cock in my slick cunt he began to lube my ass. First he inserted one finger then two and he was matching his strokes with his fingers. If he did this too much longer I was going to cum again, but it wasn't to be as he slowly pulled out and placed the tip of his cock where his fingers were and slowly pushed it in. It went a lot easier this time and soon he was all the way in and I was stretched but it felt good. He slowly stated to pull out to begin stroking in and out and as soon as he did this he reached around and started to rub my clit with his fingers. I was soon in heaven and I felt great. His rhythm increased as he was now going faster than I ever imagined he could go in my butt and his fingers were matching the speed. I was now going over the edge, about to cum more now in a short span than I ever have before, he kept rubbing as he was close himself now as I could feel the tempo increase slightly and that sent me over the edge. I came with a shudder and he continued to rub me and within a few seconds I was coming again and again and again. It wouldn't stop and I could feel myself involuntarily spasming my muscles in my ass and this sent Tim over the edge as he grunted in his release and slowed his stroking but not his fingers, which continued as I kept riding the wave of pleasure that swept over me again and again. I didn't even notice his cock was no longer in me when I stopped cumming. Tim just unbuckled the restraints and picked me up and lay me on the bed and disappeared in the bathroom. When he reappeared he picked me up again and carried me into the bathroom and lay me down into a nice warm bubble bath he had run in the Jacuzzi. He set the timer for 20 minutes on the tub said enjoy and left me to enjoy my bath in my orgasmic state of bliss. Kink Time Tim likes to watch football with his friends on Sundays and usually Kim and I serve the men snacks and drinks and generally stay out of the way. Most times it's crowded and noisy so they don't pay us much attention so we can relax and chat. This one particular Sunday was different. First off only Tim's best friend Kirk came over. He is a nice looking guy pretty tall and muscular. Then Tim told me to dress in a short skirt and forget wearing panties. He also said to wear the sheerest bra and shirt I owned. He further instructed me to do whatever possible to get Kirk turned on without ever touching him. Tim said I would get a great reward if I was successful. I was intrigued to say the least and Kim offered no hint on what he was up to as she didn't have a clue. I must admit I was a little turned on by this game I was about to play. My pussy was freshly shaved from my morning bath and with the skirt I chose just bending over a little would show my ass and my pussy lips to whoever was looking in my direction. Kirk arrived and I answered the door and his face certainly lit up when he saw my nipples through the lace bra and thin shirt I was wearing. I got him a beer and clumsily knocked the remote on the floor. When I bent to pick it up my ass was just a few feet from his face and as I picked it up I could see Kirk staring at my behind with a stare that I knew I was going to get him turned on real quick. I made excuses to go in and tidy up and move things around and Tim was smiling knowing what I was doing. Kirk was very attentive to me and when Tim ask him about the game he almost always had to say sorry missed the play or I didn't catch that. I could start to see a noticeable bulge in Kirks pants and this made me smile even more. Tim saw this too and when Kirk excused himself to go to the bathroom Tim told me to follow him and give him the blowjob of a lifetime. Well the door wasn't locked and Kirk was a bit surprised when I walked in and smiled when I said I wanted to help him relieve himself. I had never watched a man pee before so I watched as he finished. When he was done I think I surprised him how fast I took his cock in my mouth. It got hard in an instant, not that it was that soft to begin with. He was longer than Tim but not as thick so I had no problem getting it in my mouth, I could almost swallow the whole thing before I had to come up for air. I was licking and stroking quite fast when I heard Tim shout to hurry because the game was on but Kirk wasn't going anywhere soon. I didn't take too long and Kirk gave me a huge load of cum. I tried to swallow it all but as always happens it comes too fast and some always seems to escape my mouth. When he was done I placed his limp cock back into his pants and he zipped them up, he quickly mumbled thanks and left. I cleaned up and followed. When I got back to the couch I acted as if nothing had happened and so did Kirk but Tim wasn't having any of that. He asked Kirk, "What took so long?" Kirk started to stammer and Tim just started to laugh. Then he said, "Did you enjoy your blowjob?" Kirk was shocked to say the least but Tim continued to say, "Would you like to fuck Stephanie? She is very pretty and she will enjoy it as much as you do." Kirk didn't know what to say at this point. I could see he was a bit uncomfortable but Tim didn't let up. Then he said, "Steph show him what a great pussy you have and what nice breasts you have. Why don't you just strip for Kirk right now and show him how much you like to fuck?" Well, I was surprised too but I wasn't about to disappoint Tim as he was the boss and anyway Kirk was very good looking and I had already sucked him off. So I did a little dance while I took off my shirt then my bra then my skirt. With that I knelt down and crawled up Kirk from the floor making sure to feel his cock to see if I was getting him hard again and sure enough it was. I sat on his lap and fingered myself then placed my wet finger from deep in my pussy to his lips which he eagerly licked. At this point I think Kirk just forgot that Kim was in the kitchen and Tim was in the other chair watching. I know he was getting very turned on by all the help I got removing his clothes. Soon he was sitting naked on the couch with me impaled on his erect member. I was facing away from him happily bouncing up and down with Kirk's hands on my hips guiding me. I was rubbing my clit at Tim's urging, I was close to cumming when I noticed that Kim was now sucking on Tim's member. Tim motioned for me to turn around so I did, now I was facing Kirk and he took the opportunity to suck on my nipples and caress each breast. I was enjoying this immensely. I knew I needed to cum soon and I started to play with my clit again, but Kirk stopped me and said he would take care of me and with that he picked me off him and lay me down on the couch, he knelt between my legs and went down on me. The first touch of his tongue on my clit almost sent me through the roof but there was more to come as he was an expert and knew just where to lick. He had me screaming "I'm cumming" in no time. I came a lot and I flooded his mouth with my juices as he continued to lick my clit for what seemed like forever until my pussy stopped spasming. Then he crawled up between my legs and placed his still hard cock in my now drenched pussy and lay down and kissed me, his face wet from my own juice and he started to fuck me hard. Now he was just getting himself off and it didn't take long before he was filling me up with his seed. At this point I looked over at the other chair to see Kim riding Tim at a rapid pace and it wasn't long before I could hear him grunt in orgasm. The football game was going on in the background but no one cared. That is how I met Kirk who was later to become my teacher. I didn't know it then but Tim had planned to see if Kirk was interested in me. He had never planned on having two women at the same time and I think he just wanted to concentrate on one. New Teacher It wasn't long after my experience with Kirk that Tim told me I was going to be moving. I was shocked but he said it was time and I had to make a choice; I could stay until I found a place of my own or move in with Kirk and he would continue to be my teacher. It seems he was very interested in me. I liked him too, we had spent some more time together but not sexually. Tim went on to explain that Kirk was more my age and although he himself liked me very much, his heart was Kim's and he wanted to concentrate on her. He further stated that he would always welcome me in his house and I held a special place in his heart. I was crushed and flattered at the same time. He said Kirk would come over to help me move as soon as I wanted or he would give me time to find my own place as much time as I needed. I didn't hesitate I said, "If your wish is for me to go live with Kirk and for him to be my new teacher then that is what I will do!" The next Saturday I was in my new place with Kirk, it was smaller than Tim's house but very cozy and neat. I asked where I was to sleep and Kirk smiled and told me I was to sleep next to him in the master bed. He went on to further state that he was new to this and he was taking lessons from Tim and we would be going over there sometimes. I smiled as I enjoyed the thought of that, I liked Tim and Kim very much. The first night Kirk told me to get naked and warm up the bed, which I did. When he came to bed he made love to me normally like I had before I had ever been with Tim. He was very gentle and warm and this was very nice and enjoyable. The next night he decided to spank me first and made me lie across his lap with my panties off and he proceeded to whack my ass until it was good and red. With each measured stroke I felt the warm glow in my pussy and my clit began to tingle, soon I was cumming while Kirk was still spanking. While this was happening the cycle began again as it went from pain to pleasure until I was close to cumming again but I just couldn't get over the edge, but what unbearable pleasure it was to be there. He soon stopped and I could feel he was very hard, I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. He said no I was to get on top of him on the bed and ride him and make him cum. He wanted to just lie back and enjoy the view while I fucked him. I complied and soon he squirted in my cunt. He told me to clean him up with my tongue. After which he said I was to shower and shave. Shave everything! He wanted me to have a bare pussy! He came in the bathroom and watched me shave making sure I got every last hair. He gave me some lotion to rub on and it felt good and I could feel my pussy lips were now more sensitive. Kirk said I was to shave every day. He would be very angry if I didn't. Then he said he wanted me to shave him bald. This was the start of my new life with Kirk. Initiation Merlin waited in the cave where he practised his magic, looking down the hillside. His second sight had already told him that someone would come to him today, seeking to be an acolyte and to learn from his insight into the hidden domains. But his sight did not tell him anything about the one who would come. In the distance he saw a figure, robed and hooded as the traditions required. The figure drew closer, ascending the slope to the mouth of the cave, and Merlin rose to his feet. "Stand where you are, and tell me your name and your business," he said, following the ritual. His visitor reached up a hand to push back the hood of the robe, and Merlin was momentarily taken aback to see the face of a young woman, her skin dark, her hair long and black, her eyes ebony. "I am Indra," she said, "and I seek knowledge, Master." Merlin nodded as she completed the required phrases. "Welcome, Indra," he said, and indicated that she should precede him into the cave. She did so, but cast a puzzled look over her shoulder. Merlin followed her into the cave. "You may remove the robe," he said. She obeyed, draping it over a protruding rock. Under the robe she wore a long garment of white linen, embroidered in gold thread. "Sit," said Merlin. With a motion so graceful it took the wizard's breath away, she sank to the floor and sat cross-legged. "What wisdom do you seek?" Merlin began. "Master, my destiny in my homeland is to become a courtesan. I have already had all the proper instruction from our sacred texts, though I have not yet been initiated; no man has known me." "Ah," breathed Merlin. "You have a great opportunity." Indra continued: "Our lore says that there is a great power in virginity, and it seemed to me that I should seek beyond the borders of our land for one whose knowledge could enable me to use this power most effectively." Merlin nodded. "It is true," he said, "and I can give you such knowledge. But -- forgive me -- I must make a test of what you have said. The rite we will conduct has great power for ill if practiced by a woman who has already known intimacy with a man." Indra's eyes flashed. "Very well," she said, "perform your test." "Come with me," said Merlin. She rose to her feet, and once more Merlin marvelled at the grace with which she moved. He led her to another entrance to the cave, which faced out onto the forest covering much of the hillside. He walked a few paces toward the trees, and made a gesture in the air, uttering a word under his breath. For a moment nothing happened, then as if it had materialised from thin air, a creature appeared at the edge of the forest. Indra gasped. Horses she knew, and the hardy ponies of the countries through which she had travelled to reach this most northerly of lands, but this was something different. Pure white, with a spiral horn of a silvery substance on its forehead. Entranced, she held out a hand to the unicorn. It raised its head, and seemed to breathe in the air around it. Then it stepped slowly over to Indra, and buried its nose in her outstretched palm, allowing her to gently stroke its flank with her other hand. "All is well," said Merlin. He waited a moment, then said, "Now you must let it depart. It will not come to you again after today." Reluctantly Indra stopped stroking the creature and stepped back. It turned, and looked once more over its shoulder before disappearing into the wood as silently as it had arrived. Merlin gestured to Indra to re-enter the cave. This time he took her to an inner chamber, where a fire burned, and the floor was covered by a large circular rug. Into the rug was woven a pentagram, its points nearly touching the perimeter. "This is where we will conduct our rite," said Merlin. "There are only a few instructions." "Firstly, after we have begun the rite, there must be no speech. We will go to each point of the pentagram in turn; at the first, I will pleasure you, and you are to remain still. At the second, you are to please me, and I will stay unmoving. At the third, I will give you pleasure, but it is you who must bring your body to me as I remain motionless. At the fourth point, you will pleasure me, as I bring my body to you. At the fifth point, we may please one another. Do as I do and it will be straightforward." "I may bring you to the edge of orgasm and then stop; fear not, you will not remain unfulfilled. I must not spend my seed until I penetrate you, and that I must not do until we reach the centre of the pentagram. If I release too early, the rite is spoiled and we must wait and start again." Indra listened, solemn-faced, then nodded her agreement. "Stand in the centre, and unclothe," instructed Merlin. Indra did so, revealing a slender body, breasts just reaching their full ripeness, and a darker shadow between her legs. Merlin too removed his garments, and went to her in the centre of the figure. He embraced her gently, then guided her to the first point of the pentagram, where she lay on her back. He knelt by her and first kissed her on the mouth; her lips yielded to his eagerly. Then he kissed her throat, and moved on down to her breasts, taking first one, then the other dark nipple into his mouth. As he suckled and tongued her, she opened her legs, and her hand strayed down over her stomach. Merlin placed his hand on hers and shook his head. Then he began to kiss down from her breasts, over her stomach, and finally began to touch between her legs with his tongue. He slipped a finger into her a little way, and almost immediately she began to gasp and her muscles began to tense ready for a climax as his tongue flickered over her clitoris. He slowed, then stopped, and she gave a little moan of disappointment. He took her hands and raised her to a sitting position, then to her knees, and knelt behind her. He cupped her breasts, slowly caressing her hard nipples, then moved one hand between her legs, moving his fingers over all her wetness. Next he moved his other hand down, entering her gently with one finger from behind. He eased her forward slightly, exposing her even more to him, and very gently moved his thumb over the pink star of her other passage which now faced him. As he moved his other hand over her clitoris and his finger and thumb in her entrances, again she began to gasp and her hands reached for her breasts. This time he did not disappoint her, and her climax overwhelmed her, racking her body. Merlin embraced her from behind, and she folded her arms over his, pressing them tightly. He waited a few moments, then moved away from her, taking his place at the second point of the pentagram. She followed her cue, and knelt as he had done, her lips moving down onto his. Then she descended, her mouth on one nipple, her fingers on the other. As he watched, she slipped her hand briefly between her legs, bringing them back to his nipple wet. Then she began to suckle the nipple she had touched, tasting her own juices, and repeated the gesture with the other nipple. Her hand slid down to grasp his erection, then she moved to take the tip in her mouth, already tasting a drop or two of fluid on it. He let her caress his tip with her mouth for a moment, then got to his knees. She knelt behind him, and reached one hand to hold his length once more. With her other hand, she cupped the soft skin of his sack from behind, and imitating his every move, gently caressed his back opening, sliding the tip of her thumb a little way in. Merlin put his hand on hers and gently removed it from his hardness; she understood that he was perhaps dangerously close to his own climax, and it was not yet time. Merlin moved to the third point of the pentagram, again lying on his back. Indra kissed him again, but then leaned over him so that her breasts touched his face. He began to run his tongue over them, and she shifted position so that one nipple was directly between his lips. He suckled and tongued it, and she moved to straddle him so that she could give him first one breast and then the other. She felt the tip of his erection behind her, and was very tempted to guide it into her so-ready opening, but remembered his words. Instead she slid up his body so that his head was once more between her legs, and sighed with pleasure as his tongue again began to flicker over her clitoris and his hands caressed her breasts and nipples. This time he did not hold back, and she climaxed as he held her against his mouth. She moved to the fourth point, and lay on her back. The wizard straddled her and offered her his chest; she began to suckle him again and use her fingers on his other nipple, alternating between the two. She felt a slight stickiness on her stomach, and knew that again a few drops of fluid were coming from him. He moved up her body, and she took first his tip, then as much of the length of him as she could manage, into her mouth. She held it still, not wanting to overstimulate him. He gently withdrew from her, and she slid over to the final point of the pentagram. He positioned himself over her body, his head between her legs, his erection accessible to her mouth. She kissed his tip, gently licking the opening from where he would soon spend himself in her. In turn, he began to tongue her, and very quickly she was writhing under him in renewed pleasure. She moved to the centre of the pentagram, and looked to him for guidance. He eased her onto her back, and gently arranged her limbs so that she lay in a star, hands and feet at four points of the pentagram. He approached from the fifth point, lowering himself onto her and pressing his tip into her opening. Knowing that this was the first time any man had entered her, he eased his hardness into her slowly, encountering the brief resistance he expected. A brief flash of pain crossed her face, then vanished as his length reached the depths of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her, gently at first then almost hungrily as he moved inside her, building to his long-delayed climax. She lifted her knees, giving him even deeper access into her, and wrapped her legs around his, adding her own pressure to the movement of his hips. To her surprise she began to sense again the now-familiar approach of her own climax, and she broke from kissing him to throw her head back and gasp as her body started the unmistakeable shuddering that heralded her next orgasm. As she climaxed, his movement in her became suddenly more urgent and she saw with wonder the release in his face as she felt for the first time the sudden warmth, then repeated, and again, as he spurted his long-withheld seed into her waiting depths. "It is done," breathed Merlin, still inside her, as his body relaxed onto hers, a heavy but so-satisfying weight. She smiled, closing her eyes. "Yes," she said. Initiation He had never before felt such trepidation about entering a taxicab. The cab ride, he knew, would be short and uneventful. However, it marked the end of a long journey and a rendezvous with reality -- where years of fantasies would turn into real experience. He worried that the experience would not match the fantasy. He worried that, after all the fantasy, he would not like the experience or, worse, that he would prove to be inadequate. The butterflies in his stomach became more restless as he settled into the cab's seat. Though the weather was cold, he felt almost ready to break into a sweat. He felt he'd been hardwired from birth for BDSM, but the realization had taken years. As a boy, he'd always been attracted to punishment and torture scenes in movies and books. As a teenager, he'd fantasized about being erotically tortured by beautiful women. He had concluded, however, that he probably was the only person on Earth who felt such an attraction or had such fantasies, and never spoke about them to anyone. With the advent of the Internet, that changed. He stumbled upon the Usenet group "alt.sex.bondage" in its early days, when the discussions were lively, informative, and friendly, and the spammers had not yet arrived. Reading that group, he was startled to realize that not only did others share the kind of fantasies he'd had, but they actually did such things to each other. He wasn't alone on the planet! As the World Wide Web evolved, he joined BDSM sites and read voraciously about all aspects of the scene. He learned about the common tools and practices of the dungeon. And all along, he knew instinctively that his place was on the cross, or the bench, or otherwise positioned to receive the torments. With his newfound knowledge, he practiced giving himself pain, and found that he could not only tolerate, but enjoy, what he considered reasonably intense play. He could feel endorphins begin to dull the pain and provide a slight high. It took a long time, however, before he decided to take the next step and actually allow someone else to inflict the pain. That time had arrived. The cab was taking him to a dungeon where he would meet a Domme who'd agreed to play with him. The thought nearly overwhelmed him. He had decided to do his first scene in a large dungeon in a city he was scheduled to visit. He'd contacted the Domme online before his trip. She was a member and regular attendee of the dungeon, and after a few emails and online chats, had suggested they meet at the dungeon. As the cab wound through the streets, he still found it difficult to believe this was actually happening. He also was filled with questions and apprehensions. What would the place be like? Would the people be friendly? Would the Domme actually show up? Would she still want to play with him? Would he have the guts to actually do the scene? Would he like receiving pain inflicted by someone else? And would he be able to endure or would he wimp out early and embarrass himself? As the cab drew closer to the dungeon, he tried to put aside all these questions and steel himself to walk in and go through with the rendezvous. He told himself that, after all the years of reading and fantasizing, he had to learn, once and for all, what the real experience was like. He was determined, but the butterflies still stirred in his stomach. The cab arrived at the address. He paid the driver and got out. The building was a warehouse-style structure in a business/industrial part of the city. Recalling the instructions on the club's Web site, he walked toward the rear, and found the door marked with a small, discreet label. Entering, he met a staffer and checked in. The staffer, a friendly male, welcomed him and struck up a conversation, putting the visitor a bit more at ease. Always the punctual type, he was one of the first to arrive for the evening. Quickly scanning the room, he saw no one in the small crowd who resembled the Domme with whom he'd been corresponding. He took the opportunity to walk around and look. The club was a single large room, with a play area, a social area with couches and chairs, and a bar, where soft drinks and snacks were available. Somewhat self-consciously, he ventured into the empty play area. There, for the first time, he saw in person the dungeon furniture he'd read about and seen in a multitude of photos. He recognized it all, but felt slightly intimidated in its presence. Slowly walking from piece to piece, he touched the wood, the chains, the leather, of the crosses, benches, tables, frames, and other items. He noted, again with some self-consciousness, that all the items were easily viewable from the bar and the social area. He realized that if he played on any of this equipment, he would be in full view of everyone present. The thought gave him some pause, but he gradually adjusted to the idea. A few people began to arrive, but still none resembled the Domme. He joined a couple of brief conversations, then resumed his examination of the play area and the equipment. No one was playing yet, but a few were socializing. He focused on reinforcing his determination to actually put himself on display in this room for the scene he'd agreed to do. After a wait that seemed much longer than it was, a pair of women entered, greeted the door clerk, and made their way to the bar, where most of the small crowd had gathered. Taking seats, they chatted with the staff, and obviously were familiar faces in the dungeon. One of them definitely looked like the Domme, and after a few minutes, he heard her introduce herself to someone at the bar, confirming the fact. She already was engaged in conversation, and he was reluctant to interrupt, instead trying to catch her eye from the side. When that didn't work, he summoned his courage, walked to the bar, and joined the group in conversation. One of them was the staff member who'd checked him in, who began to introduce him to the rest. When he was introduced to the Domme, he identified himself as the one with whom she'd been messaging about playing. She greeted him with a friendly smile and began chatting. After a few minutes, she asked him to come aside for a more private conversation, and he followed her to a quiet area. There, she questioned him about his expectations for the potential scene, and his limits. The dialogue was friendly and unhurried, and after covering the essentials of the play, she concluded with, "Do you still want to play with me?" He realized this was it -- his last chance to bail out. With momentary hesitation and a slight gulp, he answered, "Yes." The butterflies in his stomach were in full flight. With this, he accompanied her to her car to retrieve her toybag. Bringing it back into the dungeon, she placed it on a table in the play area. Undoubtedly sensing his nervousness, she continued the friendly, lighthearted conversation, giving a description of each toy and what she liked about it as she removed it from the bag. She had a very diverse and impressive collection of pain-inflicting implements. After a few minutes, he found himself considerably calmed, and much more comfortable with the idea of playing. His final psychological barrier came from the fact that no one else was yet playing. He'd expected that his scene would be one of many, giving him some anonymity, not the only show in the house. As the last toys came out of the bag, the Domme pointed to a nearby St. Andrew's cross, indicating that it would be the station for their scene. They discussed some final details, then he went to the restroom. Emerging from the restroom, he noticed to his great relief that another scene had begun at the other end of the room -- an extremely good-looking young woman was naked, restrained, and beginning to be flogged by her Dom. He approached the table where the Domme waited, with her toys laid out and ready. She nodded. It was time for him to strip. This was another prospect that had made him pause when contemplating the evening. He was not ashamed of his body -- in fact, the opposite was true. An avid amateur athlete, he was proud of his fitness and quite comfortable exercising in minimal clothing. However, the dungeon was a new and unfamiliar environment, and almost everyone else was clothed. Also, of course, he would not retain even the minimal clothing in which he normally exercised. He had decided before departing for the dungeon that he was going to do the scene, so had prepared himself for the moment when he would strip. It helped greatly that the other scene had begun, with the young lady already naked before the crowd. In as matter-of-fact a manner as he could muster, he methodically removed his clothing and stowed all the items neatly beneath the table. That done, he stood naked before the Domme. He tried to ignore the feeling that every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on him. She held a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and he held out his arms. She placed the cuffs on him and buckled them, testing them and asking to make sure they were not too tight. When the cuffs were securely fastened, he felt to his surprise that the feeling of nakedness diminished greatly. It seemed that the cuffs made his nudity feel somehow more normal. She gestured toward the cross and they walked together to it. She attached his cuffs to chains hanging from the top arms of the cross. Now, for the first time, he truly was in the position he'd imagined for so long -- naked, restrained, and helpless before a Domme equipped with implements of torture. He breathed deeply. This, he realized, was the moment of truth. The first blow, he was convinced, would tell him if he really liked BDSM. The fantasies of years hung in the balance. He would, however, have to wait just a bit longer. The Domme donned a pair of fur-covered gloves and began to gently stroke his body. Speaking softly and reassuringly, she calmed him with her voice and the exquisite touch of the fur. As she covered his body with the feathery strokes, he felt himself relaxing and becoming glad to be naked. She finished with the gloves, replaced them on the table, and returned with a pair of nipple clamps on a chain. With a smile, she secured the clamps to his nipples. He'd used clamps on them himself, so this was a familiar feeling. She watched his reaction, and when he accepted the clamping without protest, gave him a friendly rub on the shoulders. She then returned to the table. Now, he knew, she would choose an implement and deliver the fateful first stroke. She walked directly behind him and instructed him to slightly reposition his feet and adjust his stance to present his butt for her. He complied, then waited. The crucial moment had arrived.. He forced himself to keep his gaze straight forward. He felt as if every nerve in his body was twitching with anticipation. He heard her move, and sensed her presence behind him. From the slight swishing sound as she returned from the table, he presumed she had chosen one of her floggers to start the scene. With a distinct crack, the leather tails struck his ass. The sound arrived before the sensation. When the impact registered on his skin, he summoned all his consciousness to analyze how it felt. It felt good! He noted with relief that the sensation -- at least from this gentle, warm-up stroke -- was one he enjoyed. He exhaled strongly, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. He was nearly overcome by a sudden release of tension -- all his fears seemed to simply drain out of him. A slight smile crossed his face. After a pause to gauge his reaction, she delivered another stroke. Again, he felt the sensation as pleasurable. He relaxed even more. His growing relaxation must have been obvious to her, as she slowly picked up the pace, aiming strokes at his ass and moving up to flog his back as well. She slowly increased the intensity of her blows. He noticed this, but also noticed that he was adjusting to it, and the sensation still was not unpleasant. After a few minutes, she stopped, walked to his side, and asked how he was doing. He assured her he was fine. She then switched to a different flogger and resumed, again starting out more easily and building the intensity very slowly. He found, to his relief and somewhat to his amazement, that the more she flogged him, the more he relaxed. It was as if each new stroke confirmed that this was indeed the experience he had craved. She paused again, returned to his side, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Ready for me to step it up a bit?" she asked with a smile. Without hesitation, he nodded assent. "Yes." Once he had said it, he thought how strange it seemed that he'd just asked her to beat him harder. The thought made him smile. He was getting into this. She smiled, too, took her hand off his shoulder, then patted him gently. She stepped back. Her next blows were distinctly harder than the earlier ones. He definitely felt pain from each one, then felt the pain melt into a warm glow that flowed across his ass and back. He remembered a line he'd read: Relax and let the pain sink in. He relaxed as much as he could and felt the warmth grow more intense. More quickly than he'd expected, the pain seemed to subside, though the blows were not weakening. He realized his body was producing endorphins to dull the pain. He was surprised at how loudly the leather struck his skin. The sharp cracks reverberated strongly through the room. The noise reminded him of fireworks, and his attention focused on the sounds. There were other loud cracks bouncing from the walls, too, coming from where the Dom was working over the young woman. For a while, he noticed that the sounds were alternating, first a crack across his body, then a crack across hers, as if the two tops were taking turns. He couldn't see the other scene, but suddenly felt a sense of kinship with the young woman who also was on the receiving end of the leather. He imagined the spectators' heads turning from one end of the room to the other as the alternate blows fell on the two naked bodies. After a few more minutes of steadily-paced blows, the Domme ceased flogging him, and placed her implement on the table. Returning to him, she again asked how he was doing. Hearing his assurance that he was OK, she removed the nipple clamps, giving him another friendly rub on the shoulder before placing them, too, back on the table. She released the clamps securing his cuffs to the cross, turned him around, then reattached them. He now was secured facing outward from the cross, fully exposed for all to see. The predicament bothered him far less than he thought it would, for now he was much more focused on the Domme and what she had in mind. She produced a length of cord and began artistically tying a pattern around his balls and now-erect shaft. When done, she stood back and smiled at the sight. She then proceeded, to his considerable surprise, to begin deftly untying her handiwork with gentle strokes of a flogger. He winced silently each time the leather tails struck his delicate orbs, more from the thought of what was happening than from the actual sensation. It took a few minutes to complete this part of the scene, and when it was done, she took the cord away, then turned him back around, re-securing him to the cross for more attention to his back and butt. She quickly returned to delivering the level of pain at which she had left off before the interlude with the cord. After the first few blows, she again checked on him, and he happily assured her that he was fine. She then began to steadily increase the intensity. In addition to her floggers, she switched regularly to other implements from her toybag. Focusing his gaze straight forward and concentrating on processing the pain, he no longer was sure exactly what was being used on him at any particular time. He remembered that she had crops, paddles, straps, and whips, among other tools. She had assured him she would use them all. As the pain increased in intensity, he could feel the endorphins continuing to keep up, allowing him to handle whatever she delivered. Each new stroke stoked the growing fire that was making his whole body glow with a stimulating warmth. As he felt this effect, he was surprised to feel himself relaxing more, settling into an increasingly pleasant state of mind. With the continuing rise of intensity, he settled ever more deeply into this warm mental haven. Having used all the other toys, she returned to what he presumed was her favorite, a heavy leather flogger whose tails were cut to sharp points. It delivered a strong mix of thud and biting sting from the combination of its weight and the sharpness of the tips. Wielding it strongly, she began a methodical series of heavy blows, moving from his ass up to his shoulders, then back again, several times. Each blow struck with a loud report that reverberated throughout the room. The sound was so loud that when the blows fell on his shoulders, his ears hurt. His endorphins, however, kept up, and he began to feel a sense of pride at being able to take what he now felt anyone would consider a serious beating. This added to the warm glow suffusing his body. He lost track of time. He was surprised, then, when the blows stopped, and the Domme came close, and with a broad smile, announced that the scene was over. She returned her flogger to the table, came back to the cross and put a hand firmly on his shoulder. She asked again how he felt, and he replied, "great." Still smiling, she unhooked his cuffs from the cross and walked him back to the table, where she removed the cuffs from his wrists. Standing face-to-face with her, he said the only thing that came to his mind: "Thank you." He had not felt such gratitude in a long time, and the words were deeply genuine. She smiled even more broadly, and thanked him in return. Taking him by the hand, she walked him to a nearby mirror, telling him proudly that "you're going to have some nice marks." She had him turn around in front of the mirror and pointed out where his skin already was showing prominently the effects of her work. As they walked back to the table, she spoke words that filled him with pride and satisfaction: "You did great." He began to dress as she returned her toys to their bag. They talked, but his brain was reeling from the sensations, the endorphins, and an overpowering feeling of accomplishment. The questions, the doubts, the apprehensions he'd harbored for years were gone. He'd turned fantasy into reality, and was almost deliriously happy. Soon it was time to leave the club. They thanked each other again for the scene, hugged, and said goodbye. He found a cab and returned to his hotel. Back in his room, he quickly headed for bed. It was quite late, and he needed sleep. Surprisingly, however, he could not sleep. He was alert with an unfamiliar sense of excitement, as if he were floating slightly in the air. His brain seemed to crackle with electricity. He kept replaying the evening in his mind. He felt intoxicated. After an hour or so of this, he finally realized he still was feeling the effects of a powerful endorphin high unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He also felt an overwhelming exhilaration that would not subside. The exhilaration was constantly renewed by a single repeating thought that summed up this amazing night: "I am a BDSMer." Initiation Summer vacation. I just graduated high school, and just turned eighteen. Off to college this fall, so I have to enjoy myself while I can. My boyfriend is away in Europe for the summer, so that's out. But I have my ways. Mom and Dad are off on a day trip, so I have the house to myself. Good. Now I can have some fun. I laid out everything I needed. First the safety; an old alarm clock, with actual moving hands. I set the time to nine o'clock, then slipped the key ring over the minute hand (It doesn't have a second hand) and set it on the dresser with the face hanging over the edge. In about twenty five minutes the hands will have advanced far enough that the keys will slip off the minute hand onto the floor, where I can reach them. I put the ball gag into my mouth, then buckled it behind my head. I inserted the vibrator into my panties and switched it on. One pair of handcuffs on my ankles, the other locked on one wrist, through my ankles, and around my other wrist, locking me into a hogtie. Now to sit back and enjoy myself. ---------- I didn't even hear her come in. "We need to talk." Mom. Busted. I blushed purple and tried to make myself as small as possible; she sat down on the bed next to where I lay on the floor, the keys in her hand. "We know all about your little pastime. This", removing the vibrator and switching it off, "makes a lot of noise. You can hear it all over the house." I blushed even more; I had never even thought of that. "Your father and I had a talk and decided it was time to intervene." She reached out and unbuckled the gag and removed it. "I .. ah ..." "We are not prudes. We expect you to have sexual desires, to experiment. As long as you don't get hurt, become pregnant, or catch anything that's fine with us. But this", pointing at the cuffs, "is dangerous. Suppose someone broke in? Or the house caught fire? Or you started to choke? What then?" I blushed some more. I had never even thought about such possibilities. "Promise me you'll never do this by yourself again.' "I promise." I felt thoroughly ashamed of myself, of how careless I had been. "Good." She reached down and unlocked the cuffs, then pulled me up onto the bed and hugged me. "Come with me; I want to show you something." ---------- She took me into their bedroom, where she sat down on the bed. "Get the red suitcase out of the closet and set it on the bed." I lugged it out and heaved it onto the bed. "Open it." I opened it, then backed away, blushing again. It was full of all sorts of bondage gear; ropes, straps chains, gags, blindfolds, clamps, dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles, ... I couldn't fathom it. I knew people were into that, but ... Mom? Dad? My parents? She laughed. "What, you thought you were the only one? There are tens of thousands of people all over the country. Why do you think they make this stuff? Because people buy it, of course." "People like your father and I. He's dominant, I'm submissive. And now you know; we'd like you to keep that to yourself, of course." I pictured telling my friends about it; not happening. "I promise not to tell anyone." "Good. Now, would you like to try it yourself? For real?" Well, spank my ass and call me Shirley. Never, never, never did I ever dream my mother would say any such thing to me. "I ... uh ... okay, I guess ..." No, I hadn't decided; my mouth was leading its own life. ---------- She instantly took charge. "Strip! Now!" I fumbled with my clothes. "Everything! Hurry up!" I yelped as she used a whip to speed up the process. "Lie down! Face down! Hands together behind you!" She tied my wrists, then my elbows. A leather gag silenced me; a leather blindfold cut off sight. "Get your ass up! Up!" I complied; she rubbed KY on my anus, then eased a large plug into place. "Don't you dare push that out; if you do I'll put in a bigger one." "Roll over! Now!" She tied my ankles spread, then inserted a lubed vibrator in my pussy and switched it on. I moaned as clamps grabbed my nipples, then were pulled upward. A leather collar, tied to the head of the bed, stretched me out. I yelped as the whip struck my belly, then my breasts, then my thighs, ... on and on it went, as I struggled, squirmed, yelped, and moaned. The vibrator did its part as well; I came once, twice, more ... ---------- The whip stopped. I lay spent, exhausted. Four? Five? More? I had no idea how many times I came. She released me and gave me a thorough massage. "So, how did you like your first session?" "Wow." "Funny; that's what I said when my mother initiated me." Initiation Angela was the girl next door. Literally. She lived next door to David and he had effectively known her all her life. She was quite pretty and a trifle shy, and David had been wanting her since she first started to mature. Unfortunately, being almost twice her age was a slight drawback, as there was just no way she was going to see him as anything but a sort of honouree uncle. Tonight though, things were going to change. Her parents were away for the weekend. They considered that, at nineteen, Angela was quite capable of looking after herself and were quite happy to leave her at home alone. They had, of course, let David know they would be away so he could keep a fatherly eye on Angela, just in case she needed something. David watched, waiting for the lights next door to go out. Then he waited a little longer. It was a hot night and it might take Angela a while to drift off to sleep. He didn't mind waiting. Eventually, considering the time was right, David headed over. Being a trusted neighbour he had a spare key, and he was finally putting it to good use. Moving quietly into Angela's bedroom David paused for a moment, admiring the girl lying on the bed, bathed in moonlight. Making allowances for the hot weather, Angela was clad only in a light t-shirt and panties, and the bed covers had been flipped to the side. Stripping, David then approached the bed, considering his next move. Ideally, he wanted Angela naked before she woke up. It would make it a lot simpler if he didn't have to tear clothes off a struggling lover. Anticipating this problem David had brought a solution with him. Teasing up the edges of Angela's panties, a pair of sharp scissors made short work of the thong straps. The panties were still in place but would fall away as soon as she moved. Similarly, a long cut along the side of the t-shirt, including the short sleeve, and the t-shirt would also fall away. It might remain tangled on one arm, but that wouldn't bother him. Satisfied, he sank down onto the bed and started stroking Angela, not trying to move any of the material away at this point, content to be just touching. Angela woke with a start. Someone was touching her. She gasped and sat up with a jerk, feeling her t-shirt falling away from her as she did so. Eyes wide, she tried to take in the enormity of the figure sitting on her bed and holding her breast. (David had been quite happy to take hold of her bounty as soon as the t-shirt had dropped away.) "Who are you?" she demanded. "Get out before I scream." "Calm down, Angela," came a voice she knew well. "There's no use screaming. There's only you and me here. I thought it was time to get to know you better. A lot better." The hand on her breast was pressing against her, forcing her back down onto the bed. Angela attempted to roll away from David and off the far side of the bed, but David swung one of his legs across her, pinning her down and effectively leaving her lying there with her legs spread. "What do you think you're doing?" Angela demanded. "You shouldn't be here. Just go away. Please!" "What I'm doing here is initiating you into being a proper woman," drawled David. "I've watched you grow. Now I want to see what you've become." "You're going to rape me?" Angela was shocked. This was David from next door. She'd known him for ever. He'd never even touched her improperly before, and now he wanted to rape her? "I'm a virgin," she pointed out hesitantly. "You don't really want to do this." "Actually," came a laughing answer, "that's one of the reasons why I do want to do this. You won't be a virgin much longer and I really want to be the one to initiate you. So relax and let it happen." With a sudden movement, David rolled over so he was lying on top of Angela, his hip forcing her legs further apart so that he could nestle comfortably between them. Catching her arms he pinned them above her head with one hand, while he stroked her body with the other. He could feel Angela trembling under him. When his had reached and caressed her mound she bit her lip, closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. Moving slowly, David eased her lips apart and edged the tip of his erection between them. Pressing a little further in so that her lips could close properly around the head of his cock, he waited. Angela lay there, waiting. She would not cooperate with Dave. She'd just lie here and do nothing. See how he liked having sex with a plank of wood. "Why," she wondered, "isn't he pushing that thing into me? Why is he just holding still with that thing just touching me like that?" The pair of them lay still, waiting. Eventually, feeling oppressed, Angela moved a little, trying to get a little more comfortable. For her trouble she felt Dave slide a little deeper into her. His cock, she found, was now pressing lightly against her hymen, and he still wasn't doing anything. Time passed. Fast and exciting from David's point of view. Slow, frustrating and altogether nerve wracking, from Angela's. A couple of times she had been unable to prevent herself from moving restlessly under David's weight, to her cost as her shifting had helped to press Dave's erection quite firmly against her hymen. She could practically feel him stretching it. More time, and then one fatal movement from Angela. Wriggling uncomfortably, she had felt something give and suddenly David's cock had slid past her broken hymen and sunk deeper into her. The squeak and jerk she'd given hadn't helped. Not her, anyway. David seemed to like the extra movement. More time passed, but with one significant difference. Angela found that David was creeping slowly into her, whether she moved or not. Not quickly, but gently sliding down her tunnel, stretching her as he went. Unwanted, heat and moisture were gathering around the intruder, easing its entry. Twisting a little more, trying to get more comfortable with this unfamiliar stranger invading her body, Angela bent her legs, lifting her knees up and apart slightly further, then gave a gasp as the improved positioning let David slide deeper, settling firmly inside her. Resigned, knowing that Dave had well and truly possessed her, thankful that he had at least been considerate enough to not hurt her, Angela waited for Dave to start moving. She knew the theory of sex and now that she was experiencing the practicality of it, she knew what to expect. The son-of-a-bitch would start humping her vigorously. David, it seemed, had other ideas. He was quite content to lie there, pinning Angela to the bed while he played with her breasts, teasing them. With pressure seeming to build deep inside her, heat and excitement teasing her mound, it was almost by accident that Angela pressed gently up against David, trying to relieve the itch that was developing. David noted the subtle movement, but did nothing, just waiting. Soon he felt another small upward hitch, and this time he answered, pressing gently down to meet it. Angela seemed to gasp softly and freeze, but shortly after there was another tentative upwards push, again answered by gentle pressure from David pushing down against her. Without even becoming fully aware of what she was doing, Angela started pressing steadily against where David had penetrated her. All she knew was that pushing against him like that bought her a little relief, easing the feelings that were confusing her. David was quite happy to let Angela make the running, encouraging her to think that she was in control. Slowly but surely they built up their rhythm, Angela seeking relief from the excitements burning within her and David happy to provide that relief. As they came together, little squeaks and mews started escaping from Angela. Too much was happening that she didn't understand. All she knew was that she had to keep pressing against David until the pressure burning within her had eased. Angela's legs rose and wrapped around David, clinging to him. Deciding that the time had come to assert himself, David started driving home harder and faster, no longer following Angela's lead but driving her before him, his cock dictating the pace and her responses. Angela was now squealing with excitement as she started to ride David's erection to the heights, knowing something was coming and eager to see what would happen. David meanwhile was thundering home in masterful style, his powerful thrusts jolting Angela's whole body as she clung to him, trying her best to match him, thrust for thrust. Then she was screaming, her legs kicking high as she felt her world shrink to a single point of cock exploding within her, pleasure rushing through her as she climaxed, her body eagerly welcoming David's explosion of seed. Laying there afterwards, Angela turned to David. "You do know that I'm going to tell my parents about this, don't you?" she said. "I know that you're not," returned David lazily. Angela sat up, indignant. "What makes you think I won't?" "Because if you do, your dad would probably take steps to make sure I can't do this again. And you want me to." Getting off the bed he dropped a kiss on her head. "Get some sleep," he told her. "I have a feeling you're going to need it." Initiation The day was rushing fact towards our daughters return from her first year at college, which coincided with her turning twenty years old, the age in our family where she could join in family parties and fun. In the family at the 20th birthday, they are given the option to go through a sort of initiation and become a full member eligible to play so far none had decided not to join. My wife and I are pretty normal suburbanites, she is in her early 40s and it is her family that we play with. Before we married, I was given the option and was initiated after our honeymoon. When we returned the family had gathered at the country home, 40 acres of privacy and plenty of room for each family to build a cottage on the property and her parents had the big house which had been passed down from generation to generation. On the day of my initiation we drove to the country, my wife kept teasing in the car showing off her legs and the dark borders of her stockings held up by a lacy garter belt. A few time she flashed me her pussy which was cover by nearly transparent black nylon. A few times, she ran her fingers under her panties and then pushed them into my mouth so I could taste her pussy. It was a fabulous drive but I wanted to get to the house so I could finally join the group, which included her parents, a few siblings, their adult children, and the Grand Dame was her grandmother still a beautiful and fit young senior citizen. Pulling into the drive and parking the car we entered through the door off the pool deck where a mother was lying on a chaise with her swimsuit top laying next on the table next to her. She raised her head and told us we would be in the big guest room and there were instructions for me on the bed. Climbing the stairs behind Jenny, my new wife I watched as her ass swished back and forth with each step. She turned on the landing looking at me she asked, "This is your last chance to back out" I looked at her and told her that I was ready and leaned into me and pressed her red lips to mine sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. In the room, she grabbed the instructions and read them off. First, it stated once I joined the family I would be committed and the only way to leave would be by divorce. Secondly, that I would also offer our children the opportunity to join after they had reached the appropriate age, and lastly that I would follow the orders of the Grand Dame and Jenny's mother during my one year initiation. The second page described how I was to present myself for the evening's events. First off, Jenny was to assist me in trimming my body hair, removing it from my back and chest and trimming my public area. She was also to give me an enema to clean out my system, and I would wear a nice silk boxer with short robe to the play room at precisely 6:30 I thought to myself mmm this is going to be a long night of fun. There were also directions for Jenny that she did not share with me. Hi, I am Jenny and like Mike said, I had a separate set of directions most of which I already knew about since I had gone through my initiation a few days after turning twenty and between my sophomore and junior year of college. I was to wear the white stockings with seams up the back and small rhinestones decorating every few inches down the seam, a nice white teddy, and a pair of white strappy sandals. Around my ankle I would wear the gold bracelet that I had been given after my initiation to show I was a full member of the family. The prep went easy, Jenny had actually suggested doing most of trimming at home and before the honeymoon but I had to admit the idea of an enema had me wondering what was in store for the evening. I was playing with the TV when Jenny walked from the bath into our bedroom and she looked sexy as hell! She had her hair up in the style that was fashionable at the time. She was wearing white lingerie and I noticed she was wearing the white shoes from the wedding. She kissed my lips smearing the lipstick on to my cheek that I had to remove before going to the party. As we stepped from the room, we ran into her aunt and uncle, Laura and Steve who were dressed similar to us but were wearing black and I notice Laura was wearing the same gold ankle bracelet that Jenny was wearing around her sexy lower leg that also was in black seamed stocking. We chatted on the way to the family's playroom and I think they caught me nervousness but Laura took my arm and told me it would be the best night of my life. As we walked into the room, Jenny kissed my check and stepped away as Laura led me to a chair in the center of the room. I would soon find out that Laura had been selected to be my sponsor and would lead me through the evening. The lights dimmed and the Grand Dame made her entrance wearing the same lingerie as Laura except she also had a large gold necklace hanging from her neck and settled at the cleavage her amble breast. As everyone settled into the couches and chairs arranged around the chair I was sitting the Grand Dame announce the start of my initiation... Part two to come soon. Initiation This story follows the events of part 3 of the Posing series, though it is not necessary to read it first. ***** I had posed nude several times for my friend's mother, Angela, to help her through one of her art classes. On one occasion, she asked her neighbor Emily to pose with me. Emily was about my age and, like me, was a college student. Until spending time naked with her, I had known who she was but nothing about her struck me before. Though her appearance was plain, posing nude with her was a real turn on, and something I could not get out of my mind. I fantasized about it often. One day, I received a text message from Emily, asking if I could do her a favor. She was vague about what she needed. I figured I would run into her on one of my trips to Angela's and see what she wanted. That didn't happen. So, we kept trading texts. I understood that she needed a favor in connection with initiation into a sorority she was pledging, but I couldn't tell what it involved. She kept being evasive and vague. Finally, I just called her. When I did, Emily apologized for being vague. "I'm sorry for being coy," she said, "but I don't know that much about this either. I've asked around and have heard that the initiation involves humiliating your boyfriend." "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "If I had a boyfriend, why would I have asked for your help?" she replied. She had a point. "Why are you asking me for help?" I asked. There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Well," she began. "What I've heard is that the head of the sorority wants pledges' boyfriends to wait on her naked. When I heard that, I thought of you because of that time next door." Then she got somewhat defensive, "This was silly idea, I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have asked for your help." As her voice trailed off, I worried that she would hang up. "No, wait," I cried. "Of course, I'll help." The thought of being naked with her again was appealing. Apparently, there would be someone else involved too. "Really?" she responded. "Why would you want to do that?" "Well, you asked. And, I enjoyed that time with you. I would be happy to help." I could feel her mood change over the phone. "Thank you! That would mean a lot to me," she said. "And I'm sorry it means asking so much of you." "It sounds like I just have to be a waiter, with no clothes on, right?" "As far as I know," she said. "That's not so bad. I've already been naked with you once, I'd gladly do it again," I said. Then, she told me she was planning for the initiation to be a dinner at her place. We exchanged details, and Emily told me she would let me know if anything changed or if she learned any more. *** I pulled up to Angela's duplex, this time heading next door to Emily's for the initiation. Based on Emily's looks, I didn't hold out much hope that the women she had coming over were going to be much to look at; but, I was more interested in giving them a chance to look at me. After I rang the bell, Emily shyly opened the door and invited me in. Still dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt, she had already been cooking for a long time and her kitchen smelled great. Ignoring the events planned for the evening, Emily began explaining the different dishes she had prepared, then took me into the dining room, which was separated from the kitchen by a swinging door. As Emily continued to explain the different serving requirements for each of the dishes she had prepared, I could tell she was just very nervous and wanted everything to go well so she could make a good impression. That was when I realized that she was just sort of awkward and was desperate to be socially accepted. I resolved that I really wanted to help her in that effort. When she had finished explaining the menu, I asked her, "Just to clarify, I am supposed to be serving you and your guest naked, right?" Avoiding making eye contact with me, she answered yes. "The only other thing I've heard," she said, "is that there are two woman from the sorority coming. So, guests, plural." Then, she excused herself to change. I figured I would wait in the kitchen and gradually strip as I served the different courses. Between the appetizers, soup, salad, and main course, I figured I'd be completely naked by dessert. When Emily returned, she was wearing khakis and a loose fitting blouse. She actually didn't look half bad. I told her of my plan to get naked gradually, and she seemed fine with it. Then, Emily said, "Tom, thank you so much for agreeing to do this..." But, before she could finish the thought or I could say anything, the door bell rang. I felt the nerves and excitement in my stomach, and lower. Emily paused for a minute, took a deep breath then was off to the front door to let her guests in. I got the sense that Emily desperately wanted to be accepted into the sorority, but that it was a long shot for her. I stayed in the kitchen. All I could hear was the front door open and shut and the women talking. I couldn't make out anything they were saying. After giving them a few moments to get inside, I decided to grab a tray of appetizers and walk through the dining room into the living room where the three women were sitting and talking. As I entered, I sized up the guests. One was a short Asian woman. She wore a black mini-skirt with black fish net stockings. I couldn't tell you what kind of top she had on because I couldn't take my eyes of her gorgeous, shapely legs. The second woman was a redhead whose hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Like Emily, she wore khakis, and a white t-shirt that hugged her torso. As I stood gawking at the Asian woman's legs, she spoke up. "I thought he was supposed to be naked?" she said to Emily. "You did get that part of the evening right, didn't you?" Then she turned to me and said, "Go back into the kitchen and when you come back out here, you had better not be wearing anything!" I turned to head back to the kitchen, but she stopped me. "Wait! I have a better idea. Emily put on some music. Let's watch him strip." I put down the appetizers as the dance music started. I had never done anything like this before and I hadn't practiced. I started swaying to the music and watched the three women sit down in the living room. I turned my back to them and pulled my shirt over my head. I turned around to face my audience. Seeing that they hadn't gotten into it yet, I thought I should get them more involved by getting up close to them. I walked across the room in time to the music and placed one leg on the couch next to the red head. I ran my hand up my leg, over my bent knee, up past my thigh and over the outside of my crotch. I wished that it were her hand instead of mine. I undid the button on my shorts. I took my leg off the couch and danced over to the chair where Emily was sitting. I took her hand in mine and used it to pull down my zipper. I then turned my back to the audience again. I felt the music growing to a climax. I put my hands in the waste band of my underwear and took a few steps back toward where I knew the Asian woman was sitting. As the music ended, in one motion I dropped my shorts and underwear and leaned back over the lap of the Asian woman. My erect cock was lying right in front of her. I desperately wanted her take it in her hands, in her mouth, any way she wanted. She wouldn't even make eye contact with me. Instead of touching me, she glared over at Emily and asked whether dinner was ready. I took my cue and brought the appetizers over for her then turned and headed into the kitchen. I began bringing dinner out and setting it on the dining room table. Finally the women took their seats around the table. When it was set, I decided to stand off to the side of the table in case the women wanted anything. As they ate, they gossiped about school and I occasionally filled a glass before it became empty. I didn't pay much attention to their conversation, but enjoyed being on display for them. As they talked, I figured out the name of the gorgeous Asian woman was Vivian and the redhead was Andrea. Vivian led the conversation; Andrea said very little, mostly just nodding in agreement when spoken to, and Emily was obviously nervous and uncomfortable - though she could not see me directly from where she was sitting. At one point, Vivian interrupted her conversation and said in my direction, "I don't know why he is just standing around when he could be doing something useful." She then commanded, "Get under the table and get busy." I walked over to the table and climbed under it. Under the table, Emily's and Andrea's long pants gave me nothing to look at. Vivian, though, was another story. With her short dress sliding up I could see most of her sexy legs. I ran one hand from her foot along the outside of her leg to her thigh where her fishnet stockings stopped. Then, I did the same with her other leg. I slowly ran my fingers over each of her legs, while the conversation at the table continued. I began to massage Vivian's thighs, lightly running my fingertips over them. It was clear that Vivian was in charge, and I assumed I was under the table for her pleasure, so I re-positioned myself between Vivian's legs. She was willing to cooperate and opened them while I could hear her keep talking, explaining the sorority rules, as if nothing were going on beneath the table. She wore no underwear, and had a shaved pussy. I moved my mouth toward her lips, and began licking her gently. As I did so, I continued to gently rub her thighs, and she cooperated by shifting in her seat to give me better access. This did not go on for very long, though. She quickly adjourned the group to the living room for the initiation to begin. Chairs pushed back from the table, and I was suddenly naked and alone under the table. I took the cue and crawled out from under the table. I stood up, and my cock was erect and on display for the three women sitting on the couch and chairs in the living room. "Now that we've had a chance to talk," Vivian told Emily, "do you still want to join?" As she asked, I picked up a bottle of wine and refilled the women's glasses. As I walked from glass to glass, my erect cock was at eye level of each of the women. Their stares made me even harder. Emily replied, "Yes." And Vivian asked her if she had any questions before the initiation. "No," Emily said. "Well, then, let's get started," Vivian said. "If you're going to join our sorority," she began, "you have to learn to put our needs and desires ahead of your own." "And our pleasure too," Vivian added, looking at my semi-erect cock that was at eye level a few feet away from her. "Do you understand that?" Emily replied, "Yes." "Then show us," Vivian commanded. Emily stared back at Vivian, and finally broke the silence by asking, "How? I'm not sure I know what you want." "It's simple," Vivian retorted. "Have you fucked your boyfriend here?" Emily looked over at me, with a look of shock and worry on her face. Still, when her gaze fell on me, I felt my cock grow harder and twitch for a moment. "No," she said softly under her breath, looking down. "Good," Vivian replied. "Then we get to do that with him first while you watch." As she spoke, Vivian gave a nod to Andrea, who stood up and retrieved a backpack sitting by the door. Addressing Emily, Vivian continued, "I'm going to have all the fun here while you watch." Andrea peeled off her t-shirt. She was stunning. Her biceps and upper arms were thin and toned, her stomach was flat and inviting. She was wearing a white bra that pushed her breasts up and created ample cleavage I desperately wanted to explore. With her top off, I followed the line of her cleavage up her chest, to her shoulders and neck. She was breathtaking. Watching Andrea remove her shirt and studying her chest distracted me from what was happening, and my role in it. Vivian's next command to Emily brought me back to the moment. "And I want you to show me who's in charge by taking off your clothes." I turned to look at Emily, who continued to appear uncomfortable and now also seemed surprised. I could tell she had not heard anything like this might happen at the initiation. She didn't say a word. She just stood up and started undressing. She started by pulling down her pants. I was enjoying this situation, which was obvious from my condition. Although Emily was the least attractive of the three women in the room, I was enjoying watching her undress again. As she bent over to remove her khakis, I tried to get a look down her blouse—which was silly, I know, since she would soon lose the top too. As Emily was arranging her pants on the couch and starting to unbutton her blouse, I looked back at Andrea, who had by now stepped out of her pants. I was disappointed I missed seeing Andrea take them off. She was wearing a pair of white panties that matched her bra. She had shapely legs that I wanted to run my hands down. I watched her intently, waiting for Andrea to take off her bra. But Vivian spoke to me next. "And you," she said. I turned to look her in the face. "I need you to finish what you started. Get over here." As she said that, she leaned back in the couch, exposing her pussy and putting her legs on the coffee table. She didn't remove any of her clothes. As I moved closer to her, Vivian looked over at Emily, who was now completely naked, and told her to sit on the facing couch and watch. I moved over and sat between Vivian's legs, preparing to resume eating her out. As I did so, I looked back over at Andrea, hoping to see her strip out of her bra and panties. Instead, I saw her take something out of the backpack that looked like a strap-on and begin to put it on. Vivian slapped me. I looked at her and she sternly commanded me to focus on the task at hand. I moved close to begin licking her pussy again, but before I could begin, she told me to get on the coffee table on all fours. As I climbed onto the table, grabbing a couple cushions to pad my knees, I saw Andrea now wearing the strap-on, still in bra and panties, rubbing some sort of lube all over it. Emily was sitting on the couch taking the whole scene in. When I got on the coffee table, Vivian leaned back, making herself accessible. I leaned forward and began running my tongue slowly up and down her pussy lips. As I attended to Vivian, I felt a couple fingers, covered in a cold gel of some kind, begin to rub the area around my anus. Startled, I turned around to see what was going on. I saw Andrea, with her tight body and silky smooth skin, still wearing a bra, preparing to use her strap-on on me. Vivian's hand grabbed my face and turned it toward hers. "For the last time," she said, "don't stop. This may hurt, but your job is to get me off. And, if for some reason, you find what is about to happen to you pleasurable, don't even think about cumming." With that, Vivian leaned back, and I resumed eating her out. A moment later, I felt a new sensation as the head of Andrea's strap-on made its way toward my anus. She started to slide the tip inside. At first, it encountered resistance, notwithstanding the lube, and I experienced a dull pain. I tried to ignore it by focusing on using my tongue on Vivian. As Andrea's strap-on penetrated deeper, the pain turned into the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. I had never been so aroused. And I had never been so hard. I wished she would reach down, take my cock in her hand, and stroke me. I thought she just might too. I felt her hand run up my butt cheeks and settle on my hips. She grabbed hold and pulled me toward her, impaling me on her strap-on. With each thrust, I felt a sharp pain for a moment subside in a wave of pleasure. I desperately wanted to grab my cock since no one else was doing it for me. But I didn't dare take my hands off Vivian's thighs. As Andrea fucked my anus, and I got more and more pleasure out of it, I found myself doing a more sensual job eating Vivian out. I heard Vivian's moaning increase and felt her body clench. As it did, my pleasure grew, and I focused hard on getting her off to try to avoid cumming as long as possible. I could tell Vivian was having an orgasm. When she finished, she pulled my head out from between her legs and my hands off her thighs. She began to stand up and said to Andrea, "Finish him off." With that, Andrea pulled her strap-on out of me and guided me to a standing position in front of Emily. With one arm holding me in place, she used her free hand to pull Emily off the couch and into a kneeling position in front of me. Then, I got what I wanted. Andrea took my cock in her hand and stroked. I was so far gone, I knew I wouldn't last long. A moment later, my dick exploded, spraying cum on Emily's face and hair as she closed her eyes. The last couple loads landed on her breasts. As I finished cumming, Andrea removed the strap-on, put it back in the backpack, and quickly got dressed. She and Vivian went out the front door. As they left, Vivian told Emily that they would be in touch. Meanwhile, I was standing over Emily's face, eyes closed, with the last drops of cum hitting her face, and sliding down her body. Then, the door closed, and I was alone with Emily. *** "Well, just don't stand there, get me cleaned up!" Emily directed. I felt weak from the events of the evening, like I could barely stand, but walked gingerly to the bathroom to get a towel. When I came back to the living room, Emily was in the same position I left her in: kneeling, with her eyes closed, and cum sprayed across her face and hair and running down her breasts, by now reaching her stomach. I used the towel to wipe the cum out of her eyes and off her face. As she opened her eyes and adjusted to the predicament she found herself in, I leaned forward to run the towel from her bush to her breasts and neck. My cock was inches from her face again, and her body was so inviting. But before I could start, just as I was about to apply the towel and start rubbing her body, she grabbed my hand and said, "Thanks, I can take it from here." I was disappointed, but watched as she cleaned herself up then stood up. We faced each other naked, both a bit of a wreck. She folded her arms over her chest, but made no effort to cover the rest of herself. I enjoyed checking her out, following the folds of her thighs and hips, and looking at her exposed bush. I made no effort to hide from her gaze. Despite everything, I was becoming aroused as I stood before her. "Look," she began, frowning, "I had no idea this was going to happen." Before she could continue, I interrupted. "I know. It's okay," I said, reassuring her. "As long as I can get cleaned up before I leave, I didn't mind at all. I'm happy to help you." She smiled. "C'mon let's get you cleaned up." With her arms still folded across her chest, she gestured for me to follow her by tilting her head. As I followed her to her bathroom, watching her rear shake as she walked, I said, "You could probably stand to get cleaned up even more than me." We reached her bathroom. She turned on the light and directed me inside to her shower. "You're right," she said following me inside. "And you didn't even really get to participate in any of the fun," I added. She turned on the water and, as it came to temperature, said, "We'll have our own fun, now get in." I protested, "I don't know that this is a good idea, and I'm not sure I have the energy for it." "I need this and the night I've had," she replied and directed me into the shower. She followed me. The hot water felt good as it hit my neck and ran down my back. The spray created glistening drops on Emily's body. She stood on the tips of her toes, reached her arm behind my head and pulled my ear close to her lips. She whispered, "I want you to do to me what Andrea did to you." Her wet body pressing against mine began to arouse me, and her message caused my dick to spring to attention. Initiation With that, Emily turned around. She bent over, placing her hands on the wall and presenting her backside to me. I ran my hands over her back and down her thighs. I brought one hand up between her legs to her pussy, which was wet. I ran my fingers up her lips and over her clit. Her body shook, and she moaned, "I want to feel you inside me." With one hand on her hip, I guided my cock into her. As I pulled her close, I ran my hands up her sides and over breasts. As I moved in and out, I felt Emily clench her pussy around my cock. I could hear her breathing deeply and felt her body quivering. I slid my hands back down to her hips and pulled her hips down onto me hard as I thrust into her. That caused her to moan audibly, so I did that again over and over. I could feel her body getting more and more tense as she grew louder and louder, which made me harder. Soon, Emily screamed, and I came inside her. She pulled her hips away from me, stood up, and turned around. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply then said, "Thank you, for everything today." With that, we cleaned each other up in the shower and dried each other off. When I got dressed, the night came to an end. Initiation On a Friday afternoon after work I get home to find you showering. You call out to me too pour myself a drink, and get changed because we are going out to eat and have a few drinks with friends to celebrate your promotion. Bedroom I pour both of us a drink and move to the bedroom to change clothes; while I am changing you come into the room wearing a towel. I can't help but to notice your heavy breasts pressing to be released from under that tight towel wrapped around you. You sit down to dry your hair and begin to get ready for the evening. I can't help but to notice that as your drying your hair the towel slides off exposing your gorgeous breasts. They are 36DD's, very firm with large dark nipples that protrude almost half an inch when aroused. I begin to get aroused watching your gorgeous breasts sway back and forth as you dry your hair so I slowly I move up behind you and begin to kiss the back of your neck and the edges of your ears. You reach back with your free hand and place it on my boxers feeling my cock grow rock hard at your touch. You turn off the hair dryer and spin your chair around so you are facing me while sitting down. You let my 9 inch cock spring free wrapping your hand around the 2 inch girth and begin to lick the sides and tip. Mmmmm ... I exclaim as you lower your soft wet mouth over the tip and begin to slide it deep inside your mouth. I can feel the tip slide into your throat as your lips wrap tightly around the base. With your free hand I can see you rapidly stroking your clit occasionally sliding a finger or two inside. You begin to rapidly move your mouth up and down on my cock while frantically masturbating your dripping wet pussy. Almost at the same time you climax as I pump load after load into your hot mouth. I can see the cream starting to ooze out the corners of your mouth as you hold it savoring the sweet taste. You begin to shudder crying out "Oh My God" as you reach your climax. Afterwards you sit for a second lightly stroking my cock while you recompose yourself. Then you stand up and press your breasts against my naked chest; I can feel your rock hard nipples pressing against me. You lean forward and kiss me deeply sliding your tongue inside my mouth. All of a sudden you use your tongue and slide all the hot cream I had just given you into my mouth. You release from our kiss, you take a finger and place it into my mouth and coat it with the cream you had just given me and then you run it across your lips. What do you think sweetie you ask? How do you taste? I am still very surprised, yet somehow I am very turned on about tasting myself for the first time. As I let the cream slide down my throat I reply, "Not bad at all, a little salty though!" "I am glad you like it" you reply because I have more surprises in store for you tonight!" With a naughty look in your eyes you disappear into the closet to get dressed. Dinner It's around 7:30pm when we arrive at the restaurant. Your wearing hot short black skirt, black camisole (no bra) with a very low cut rose-colored blouse and nice heels. The blouse leaves very little to the imagination as you can see the outline of your dark protruding nipples through the thin material. I am dressed in tight black slacks and a nice burgundy dress shirt with no tie. As it turns out the reservations are already in place and we are ushered into a private function room where 5 other people are already seated and are chatting back and forth. As we enter everyone's eyes turn to you admiring you as we enter. I could be mistaken but I thought I saw 2 of the men lick their lips as we entered. As everyone is introduced I learn that the 5 people are Kate and her husband, Cindy and her boyfriend and finally a young black male named Christopher who decided to come alone. Kate and her husband are both in there 30's. Kate is about 5'1, 100 lbs with nice puffy breasts while her husband Steve is about 5'10" 180 with glasses. Cindy is a little sweetie standing about 4'10 with incredibly large breasts for her size; they must be close to 36DDD's. Cindy's boyfriend Paul is about 5'8" around 220 lbs with dark black hair. The first thing I noticed about Christopher is that he is very deep chocolate in color and stands almost 6'10", I would guess around 200 as he has a very muscular frame with a very taunt chest and huge arms. We all spend a few hours eating, chatting and laughing. After supper you ask everyone who feels like going to a club to dance and have a few drinks. Kate and Steve bow out claiming they have to get back to their kids. Cindy and Paul agree to join us as they are not married and don't have kids and Christopher is reluctant not wanting to be a third wheel however readily agrees to join us once you suggest you'd save a slow dance for him. Club The five of us arrive at the club, check our coats and find a table. We order drinks and begin to chat and bullshit. Cindy and Paul sit to the left with myself, then you, then Christopher sitting in a semi circle booth. After about an hour you excuse yourself to the washroom and I cant help to notice Christopher's eyes follow you as you leave the booth. He seems really interested in you. Later in the evening we are all feeing pretty good, Cindy and Paul excuse themselves to head off to home leaving the 3 of us to continue. As we are chatting I can see that Christopher (Chris) is totally intrigued with you. As the conversation continues it turns to sex. Laughing I state "Well, if Chris's cock is as big as he is I am certain he would rock your world!" "I am not sure if he meets my standard" you reply. Not one to miss a challenge Chris takes your hand in his and guides it slowly up his thigh rests it gently against his already rock hard cock. You gasp in amazement. It has to be at least 14" long and as thick as cucumber. I can sense your excitement as you place your hand over mine and guide it so it is directly over his huge cock. "What do you think sweetie? How big do you think it is?" As I feel that monster in my hand I am totally intrigued yet I am embarrassed because I am touching another man. "Well sweetie that has to be the biggest cock I have ever felt, I would have to guess between 10" and 12", I bet you'd love to feel that inside you!" "Mmmmmmm ... you reply, yes I would!" As it turns out it is getting late in the evening and things are winding down with a few slows songs. Chris remembering your earlier promise drags you out to the dance floor and holds you close as you dance. You can feel his huge erection pressing against you as you dance. You are getting wetter every minute and have to resist the urge to drop to you knees and free that gorgeous cock and place it into your mouth. As I watch the 2 of you dance I find it hot to watch you grind your breasts and crotch against him. I can tell you are totally dripping wet as the 2 of you come back to the table to sit. It doesn't take much to convince Chris to come back to our place for a few drinks. Home Once the 3 of us arrive at our place we all hang our coats. I offer to pour drinks and move to the kitchen. When I return the 2 of you are embraced into a deep kiss. I can see Chris's hand's exploring every inch of your body. I can tell your dripping wet from his touch! "OOO baby you exclaim as I enter the room, I hope you don't mind! I Just can't help myself!" "I understand sweetie! Chris is a very attractive male, hell even I am intrigued by him!" Taking you aside for a second I ask you, "Just curious sweetie, what did you mean when you said you had other things in mind for me later?" You reply, "Well I have been working with Chris for almost 6 months and I really want him but I want you to enjoy him as much as I will!" "What do you mean I ask?" "Just relax sweetie I would never do anything to hurt you, trust me!" you reply. "OK" You excuse yourself while Chris and I return to the kitchen for refills on the drinks. As we return to the living room we watch in amazement as you return in a scantily clad white lingerie baby doll that I bought you a couple years ago. Your breasts are overflowing the top and we can see the damp spot above your pussy showing exactly how wet you are. As you enter the room you stop to put in a movie for use to watch from our private collection and promptly sit down on the couch between us with absolutely nothing to hide. Once the movie starts, the sexual tension is very thick. We both want you so badly we can taste it. As we are watching the movie I am surprised when you take my hand and place it on Chris's hard cock, in turn you take his hand and place it on mine. You look at us both and with a sparkle in you eyes ask us to keep stroking each other, as it is a fantasy of yours. His cock is hot and hard to the touch. I don't mind so I keep stroking him through his underwear. I can feel his huge black cock throbbing as I stroke him. After a few minutes you kneel in front of him and take the tip of his cock into your mouth leaving his boxers on. You run your tongue over the tip just teasing him and tasting the pre-cum that has started to build up. It is so hot watching you tease the tip of his cock! After a few minutes you sit up and release your breasts from the outfit letting them bounce and sway in the open, you lean forward and kiss me deeply as you use your tongue to explore my mouth. "Mmmmm, what do you think?" you ask as you release from the kiss. "Of which?" I ask. "His cock", you reply. "To be honest I never noticed the taste when you kissed me, I was so intrigued watching you I never thought of it!" You grab me by the shirt and get me to kneel beside you on the floor while Chris leans back. Very quickly you slide Chris's underwear off revealing a 14" inch rock hard deep black cock, I can see the pre-cum glistening against the darkness of that monster. Somehow the pre-cum intrigues me, I want to taste it. As you begin to stroke it you place my hand on his shaft using your hand to stroke it. I can see the pre-cum building. You use a forefinger to scoop up the cum and run it across my lips. As I taste it, I am intrigued by the fact that another man is close to cummng at my touch. It tastes so good! You are so hot and we both want to see it slide deep inside you! I sit on the couch so you can kneel in front of me to suck on my hard cock and Chris moves in behind you and begins to slide that monster deep inside. I hear you gasp and feel you shudder in pure joy as Chris buries it deep inside you. Over the next 30 minutes we both take turns licking and fucking your pussy and watching you scream as you cum. We each take turns fucking your pussy making you scream with pleasure. As the 3 of us lie together cuddling, you lean over to me and whisper, "I really want to see him cum in your mouth so you can taste him as he shoots his load down you throat!" I watch you slide down to Chris's spent cock. Even soft is has to be 8 or 9 inches. You take it into your mouth taking it deep. I can see Chris beginning to get rock hard again. Without warning you place Chris's cock into my mouth. It tastes great. I can feel how hot it is and feel it throb as I suck on it. While I am sucking on it you use both hands to stroke the shaft. I can feel the pressure building in Chris's cock. I hear you whisper, "Keep going baby, don't stop, and suck him dry!" You move down and take my cock into your mouth and begin to suck on me positioning yourself so you can watch us at the same time. You begin to frantically stroke your pussy wanting for all of us to cum at the same time. Chris lets go and pumps load after load of his hot cum deep into my mouth. Feeling his cum shooting into my mouth is so hot that I cum at the same time blowing my load into your mouth. Feeling my cum shoot into your mouth and watching Chris's cum drip down the sides of my cheeks is too much. You scream as you cum violently, shaking from the orgasm. The 3 of us lie together relaxing from the experience. Later on Chris gets up and gets dressed and heads for home. Before he leaves we agree that we will have to get together again. After Chris has gone I take you into the shower. We both take turns lathering and rubbing each other's body. After we have dried off I take you into the bedroom, lie you down on the bed and spend the rest of the night making love to every inch of your body. Initiation my Mistress and i are in the woods. It is dark and a full-moon resides in the heavens. W/we have just opened the Magickal Circle and i am about to be initiated as a Magickian and slave to my Mistress/Priestess. W/we will soon perform O/our rituals together as O/one and invite O/others to join O/our newly founded Coven. i am bound and my head is bowed. my hands are tied, by a rope behind my back. i wear a blindfold, my cock-ring, and nothing else. my Priestess invokes the appropriate Names and invites the protection of the 4 Archangels. The Ritual begins... She takes the Sword of Initiation and taps me on the head three times, and i kneel at Her majestic feet. She then takes Her place on Her throne, in the middle of the Circle. She begins to recite the words that describe my place at Her feet. She tells me all of Her rules and Her demands and asks me if i am willing to abide by these and if so, will i take Her mark... i respond that i am and await the mark. My Mistress/Priestess stands and walks toward me. She orders me to stand and remain still. i feel the wonderful sensation of the needle as it slides through my tender left nipple and wince as my new silver ring is clamped shut. She now leads me to the altar. i am released momentarily from my bonds and bent over the altar where my hands are re-tied to the altar's legs. i tense in anticipation of the strap... It falls and i moan. i then am ordered to count out the next 26 strokes. i count as the strap bites into the flesh of my ass, thighs, and my back. The hot leather welts my flesh, my cock is throbbing in restraint, and my new nipple ring throbs... It seems like an eternity, but my whipping finally is over. i then feel the tender fingers of my Mistress, teasing my quivering asshole. i listen to the familiar sounds of the leather harness being strapped on by my Mistress and smile inwardly for this special moment. She walks around to my front and roughly pulls my hair, while forcing the enormous rubber cock past my lips and into my mouth. She begins to slowly fuck my mouth as i try to get Her cock as wet as i can. i lick it and drool on it, knowing that this is the only lubrication i will be afforded when She decides to fuck me. The time has arrived... She pulls Her cock from my sucking mouth and walks behind me. She demands that i beg my Priestess for the opportunity to take Her most solemn gift into my asshole. i beg and plead for Her to give me this honor and with one slow, yet deliberate thrust, my Mistress slides Her cock into my asshole. She the proceeds to fuck me. Deeply and methodically, my Mistress fucks me...pulling my hair and making me tell Her that i am Her whore and Her slave and that i will obey Her every command. With tears of joy in my eyes, i repeat these words, over and over until She says the one phrase that i am yearning to hear. "Cum for Me my slave!" The ritual is done. The Ancients have blessed U/us, for without any external stimulation, (other than my Mistress' cock buried in my ass), i cum. i cum hard and long, filling the Sacred Goblet below, with my semen. My Mistress withdraws and removes Her harness. Walking back to my front, She unties the ropes that have burned their imprint onto my wrists. She orders me to stand and She places a new leather-studded collar around my throat and removes my blindfold. She smiles at me and kisses me deeply, Her tongue intertwining with mine, as the tears slide down my cheeks. She then orders me to lie on my back. i lay down upon the hard Earth as my Mistress removes Her robe. She parts Her magnificent thighs and lowers Her wet pussy onto my face. She begins to grind Her pussy all over my face while i try to lick and suck as much of Her Holy nectar as i can. Settling down, She places Her sex directly on my mouth and i begin to suck and lick, hungrily, until Her pussy spasms and She cums all over my mouth. She then relaxes and i feel the flow of Her Sacred golden liquid gushes into my sucking mouth. i swallow all of Her piss and She stands...She picks up the goblet that contains my semen, and She slowly pours it into my mouth and onto my face. She closes the Circle and puts Her robe back on. She leans down and licks a small bit of my cum off of my cheek and tells me goodnight. She then walks away, leaving me at Her altar for a night of reflection and meditation. "Goodnight my Mistress", i whisper into the darkness. Initiation I The morning went quickly for Paul. He had changed jobs again, though working in an office had not been his desired job. But financial priorities had ended dictating the direction of his career. But now he had the afternoon to himself. It was pleasantly warm for an autumnal day so he decided to take a visit to the local churchyard before going home. It was only a ten minute walk, but well worth it for the peace and quiet that it offered amidst the busy working life of Canterbury. Leaving his workplace he quickly made his way through the alleys and quiet back streets, until he finally reached the churchyard. Few ventured into the churchyard during day time, so he was pretty much guaranteed peace and quiet. Taking up position on the bench that overlooked the fields beyond he sat back and began to breath deeply. Focusing his concentration upon a bright light above him he imagined that it gradually descended down through his aura and into his body, soaking away all mental and physical aches and pains. After five or so minutes of meditation he gradually brought himself back into conscious awareness of his surroundings. Spiritually and mentally he felt partly revitalised, but his back still ached from the time spent in an office chair looking at a computer screen. "Oh for a better life." He said to himself, wishing that his desire of authorship had taken off. At least then he wouldn't have to work in a boring office. Everything would be better he thought to himself. "No, it wouldn't." A new thought entered his consciousness, one that seemed higher and more objective about his circumstances. These dreams, will they never leave me? He wondered. The creaking of the gate at the far corner of the churchyard brought him back to his environment, another reminder that he wasn't quite as developed as he often thought he was. He watched as an attractive long haired brunette pushed open the gate, passed through the opening and closed it behind her. She was of medium height and had remarkably beautiful eyes. Her clothes seemed practical: a pair of black boots, a long velvet skirt, a blouse, jumper and long coat. She didn't look over at him, but merely followed the path along the far side of the church so that within a few moments she was out of view. Breathing in deeply he calmed his mind and sat trying to remain aware of himself and his surroundings. His thoughts focused on the attractive lady, wondering where she'd come from and where she was going, she was obviously interesting to be venturing alone into a churchyard. His mind wandered again this time fantasising about the possibility of a wild romantic encounter. Was she single? Probably not, she was too attractive to be single. But she was alone. Maybe her partner was a little way behind, or waiting for her inside the church? Without another thought he got up off the bench and made his way to the front of the church. He was alert hoping that she might still be around, but if she was he didn't see her. "She's gone." He quietly muttered to himself as he reached the entrance to the church and pushed open the old front door. It was quiet, cold and dark inside the church. He stood quietly for a few moments, before proceeding inwards, through the nave and up to the high altar. The Christian iconography still intrigued him, the statue of a crucified Christ indicating a mystery that lay deeper than the accepted Christian teaching allowed. There was more to the religion of Christ he was sure, but the modern clergy – of whatever denomination – didn't seem to hold the keys, they were to be found elsewhere, in hidden and secret teachings. A desire to bring forth some energy came upon him – as it usually did in such places. Pausing for a moment he used his breath to further calm his mind before taking in a final deep breath and commencing a sacred chant that he'd been taught years ago whilst a member of a secret society. It was a short chant, but he merely repeated the phrase raising and lowering the tone in a slow manner. It was a sad chant, invoking a pre-Christian pagan goddess that had been hunted by an ancient British King. She had escaped but since that day had been seen with an arrow through her breast. Singing the chant was akin to calling her. Quietly she crept into the church, intrigued by the mysterious cantor. The song was unlike those you'd expect to hear in a Christian Church. Their hymns were far less poetic and left little spiritual feeling within the cantors. That was one of the contributing factors explaining why most people didn't attend church any longer. She took a seat at the rear of the church watching and listening in silence to the man who stood facing the high altar singing his heart away. It was a beautiful if slightly unearthly song. Coming to the last phrase of seven, he closed his eyes and meditated again. Meditation was something he did often when he was trying to find some inner peace. Nothing else seemed to provide it, it was to him one of the few things that no one could ever take away. Turning away from the altar he began to walk back along the nave to the entrance. And there she was sitting at the rear on the left hand side. He smiled and she smiled back. "That was very nice." She said. "I'm not in very good voice," he said still smiling. "What was it?" "Chant to a goddess." He replied not wishing to tell her exactly where he'd been taught it. "Where are you from?" He asked, walking up to her. "I'm from the Midlands." She replied. "Ah, whereabouts? I used to live in Shropshire." "Really?" "Yes, Church Stretton." "I live in Shrewsbury." "Ah yeah, I went there quite a lot, it's a very nice town." "Church Stretton's really nice as well. The Long Mynd is lovely." She replied, warming to him "Yeah, it is isn't it. Do you go there very much?" "Only occasionally, it's full of tourists most of the time." "Yeah, it was when I was living there." They talked for a while, he asking about her visit to Canterbury, she about the chant and his obvious interest in spiritual maters. "So you're single then?" She asked him. "Yeah," he said, he seemed a little embarrassed by his circumstance. "Me too," she said, "I'm always looking for Mr Right." "If he exists!" He said, "well, he or she I mean." "I don't suppose you could do me a favour?" She asked, all of a sudden changing the subject. "If it's in my power, of course." He replied obligingly. "Well I seem to have got myself in a pickle. I need to get to a friends house, but I've lost my purse, I don't suppose, if it is no bother you might be able to give me a lift or lend me some money. I promise I'll repay you, but I really need to get to there before 2pm otherwise she's going to be going out and I won't have anywhere to stay for the night." "Well, I could do either actually. What would you prefer? I mean, if you're unsure of travelling with a stranger then I can lend you the money. Where do you need to get to?" "Do you know a village called Wye?" "Yes I do actually, it's over by Godmersham, it's a very nice village. Whereabouts does your friend live then?" "Well she actually lives in a mansion house this side of it, it's got two dragons on the gate posts." "Yeah I know the place. I've been past it when I take the back road to Wye. Look, it's only one thirty why don't I give you a lift. I can easily get you there by 2pm. There's no way you'd get there by train in time and a taxi is unlikely." "If it's no bother?" "No, no problem at all, my cars only around the corner in the car park. Would you like to go now?" Within five minutes they were in Paul's car and on their way to the Wye Mansion. Luckily the main roads were relatively clear and as Paul knew the back roads they were able to make relatively good time. But despite this the distance was still too far for them to get there by the time she wanted. They turned into the Mansion drive at five past two. "I'm sorry you're late for your friend. What will you do now?" Paul asked once they'd reached the Mansion house. "Oh it doesn't matter, I have a key." She replied. "But I thought you said you couldn't get in?" "Yes sorry about that." She said without any apparent sense of guilt. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" "Yeah, that'd be nice." He said disturbed at being taken for a fool. "Big house." Paul said taking a sip from his cup of tea "Yes, I used to visit here when I was young. My mum used to visit here, Susie's mum and my mum were very close friends. "I still don't know your name?" Paul said. "Lucy." "And I'm…" "And you're Paul." Lucy said cutting him off, "I know. You are here for a special reason…" Her words drifted off, slowing down and gradually distorting, the room blackened and he slumped back against the cushions on the settee. II It was dark when he awoke and it took him some time to get accustomed to his surroundings. The floor was comfortable but his movements were restricted in some way. Paralysis he thought, his subconscious mind immediately jumping to a worst-case scenario. Taking a deep breath he attempted to sit up as best he could. He was naked and his arms and legs were splayed outwards so that he was lying in an x position. The room was empty, but he was lying on a thick and comfortable mattress. He looked down at his penis and saw that some sort of leather strapping had been attached to its base and around his scrotum. Although he was limp now he wondered if this would restrict him were he to became erect. What the hell had happened? He remembered giving a lift to the pretty girl. What was her name? Lucy. Her friend had gone somewhere and they'd sat and had a cup of tea. Had the tea been spiked? For a moment he thought he could hear singing. Low almost inaudible, it was a strange song, slow and almost melancholic. The sound gradually subsided, replaced by footsteps and female laughter. He swallowed, his heart rate increased and he felt the sensation of fear rise. What the hell had happened? Who had done this to him and why? The footsteps got louder someone was definitely approaching. A key was inserted into a lock, turned and then, from somewhere behind him a door was opened. "He's awake." A female voice said. "Good," Replied another voice that sounded familiar. Was it Lucy? He wondered. He strained to turn around but his bindings served to restrict his movement. "I see you fitted him with a harness, good idea." The first voice said. "Yes, I thought it would give us a little more control over him." It was definitely Lucy. Painstakingly he heard them move slowly forwards. He was concerned about his predicament but also incredibly turned on by his situation. He felt his cock twitch and gradually come to life. The harness proved a little more restricting than he wished, but it wasn't so restricting as to prevent him becoming fully erect. "Look, he's getting an erection." The first woman said. "A bit premature since he doesn't know what he's in for." The other one laughed, he felt self-conscious and embarrassed. Two figures moved into view, one on either side of him. They both wore featureless robes, one black the other white. The face on his left was covered in a featureless white mask save for two sockets that served as eyes and the eyes beyond the sockets were pure black matching the blackness of her robe. The mask on the right in contradistinction was of a shiny black appearance and the eyes beyond were pure white again matching the white robe that she wore. "Who are you? What is going on? Is that you Lucy? What are you doing?" "Silence," the unfamiliar voice said. "you have been led here by your higher god. Relax, be at peace and you will find peace." Her words soothed him and he relaxed a little. "Breath in," Lucy said, "relax and we shall take you to realms that previously you only dreamt of." The woman to his right leant forward and with her right hand ran her long fingernails across his chest. Likewise, Lucy, on his left did the same. He hadn't noticed overly long fingernails when they first met, so it was likely that they were false. Lucy's claws ran downwards from his chest to his groin where they scrapped along the length of his penis. The woman to his right produced two chains that she handed to Lucy who in turn attached them to the harness that was secured around the base of his shaft and his balls. His erection had remained since they'd first noticed it. "We shall be taking you to see the Mistress. She will instruct you on the path that you must take to achieve enlightenment." Lucy said as she attached a new set of chains to his ankles whilst the other woman unbound his bed chains. They repeated the same procedure for his wrists, though ensuring to cuff them behind his back, before helping him to sit up and with their unspoken assistance he was made to stand. He felt a tug on the chains that were attached to his penis harness and shuffled along behind them in a state of overpowered submission. The procession headed for the doorway and the flooring changed from cold floorboards to a thick warm carpet. He was led along a landing, passing a window that revealed large gardens under the cover of darkness, then up a flight of steps and onto another landing until finally he was made to stop at a doorway. "Wait here." He was told then left alone. Time seemed to stand still. Now and again he thought he could hear movement in the room closest to him, but no one came back and he wondered whether he should try and get the hell out, or wait and see what would happen next. Crazy thoughts passed through his mind, but deep down he sensed that this was right. It felt like some sort of initiation ceremony. Robed, masked and clawed Temple members, or guardians perhaps, a naked and bound neophyte, the sound of chanting. It all seemed to fit together. But he could be mistaken. He shivered a little, getting cold from the lack of movement and his nakedness. Then, suddenly he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Moving in front of him the right hand lady spoke as they both took a leash. "Now, we will enter." They were both still masked and robed. Looking down at his state of arousal Lucy's free hand reached down, took him in her hand and began to massage him back to life then, when he was suitably aroused she let go of his cock turned around and knocked sharply on the door in front of her. "Who seeks entrance?" A female voice enquired "I come bearing a gift of masculinity for the temple." "How does he come?" "In submission before the might of the Servants of the Goddess." "Why does he come?" "So that his sleep may be brought to an end." "Who brings him to me?" "The Sisters of Watchers." "Then enter in humility and peace." The conversation had informed him of a great many things, though he still had many questions. How had they found him? Unless his inner work had sent reverberations to the right people? The door opened and he was led inwards. A beautiful feminine aroma greeted him as he entered. The room was warm and packed full of Temple members. There didn't seem to be any males present, which increased his fear, embarrassment and state of arousal. He remembered when he had once had to briefly walk through a large gathering of women and they had all given him a look that purveyed sexual challenge, he had felt nervous then, but that was nothing in comparison to this. He was led into a large circle within a circle. In front of him his two Guardians stood, white robed on the right and black robed on the left. Three black marble steps led up to a throne behind which a large septagon slowly revolved in a clockwise motion. As it rotated it made a strange low humming noise, which he noticed was gradually causing an effect upon his unconscious as he could already feel his astral body coming into awareness. Seated upon the throne sat a very beautiful brunette, she wore little or no make up and had an enormous sense of presence about her. She was dressed in the style of a classical dominatrix; thigh high boots, stockings attached to suspenders themselves attached to the lower part of an open breasted PVC basque that ran up in between her exposed breasts and formed a collar around her neck. She wore bright red lipstick and her dark hair was combed back in a classical Spanish style. On either side of her a naked hand maiden was positioned. Both had been completely shaven from top to bottom making them appear remarkably unusual, an appearance that was accentuated by the fact that both their bodies were painted causing the illusion of contours where none would naturally exist. The art had obviously been drawn in such a fashion as to arouse the sexual desire of any heterosexual male that might set eyes upon them. "You who have been brought here," it was the dominatrix upon the throne that spoke, "do not know our ways, yet you have been seeking us for a long time. We are the Sisterhood of the Watchers. We exist to awaken the sleeping, to lead men from the darkness of the shadows to the illumination of the awakened state. What is it that you seek?" "I seek freedom from suffering." He answered as honestly as he could. "Do you seek to serve womanhood?" "I seek to serve all beings." A sharp tug on his chains indicated that he'd answered incorrectly. "Do you seek to serve womanhood?" "I do," he said. "How will you serve?" "In all the ways that I can." Another sharp tug. "How will you serve?" "I will serve in mind, body and spirit." No tug. "Are you prepared to undergo the tests?" "I am, but I am not aware of what these tests will be." He felt the chains become taught, but it was obvious that the questioner did not feel that he had been out of order. "The tests will be revealed to you one at a time. You have already passed the first series, but now there are more for you and they will get harder. We seek to develop strength in mind, body and spirit and it is only by passing through a series of tests or ordeals that this is possible." With that the questioner fell silent. Another tug on his chains indicated that he was to be led away without further comment. As he made his way out through a door on the opposite side of the room the robed celebrants moved in and surrounded him, hands reached out and touched his naked body, sharp nails raked along his back, a hand briefly stroked his thigh, another reached for his manhood and pulled his foreskin back exposing his glans. A tongue flicked into right his ear whilst a strange exotic voice whispered erotic ideas into his left. A pull on the two chains sharply led him away from the crowd of sirens. A door was opened and he was led through into a small confined windowless passageway. "Wait here." He was told and left alone once more as his two guardians passed through the door ahead of him. "What the hell is happening?" He muttered to himself. Behind him he heard a key turn in the door, locking him out of the Temple. III By the time the two guardians returned to lead him into the next room he was again shaking from the cold. "Where are we going now?" He asked, his voice shaking, an indication of cold and nervous excitement. "You are to undergo a ritual bath after that you shall rest until called for." The unknown guardian said. He tried to place the voice and wondered if she was a local girl. Picking up his leads Lucy unlocked the door ahead of him and then led him inwards. An aroma of incense greeted him. The room was large with a massive circular bath positioned in the centre of the room. The four walls were mirrored and at each corner a woman was dressed in the habits and robes of a nun, save that they were all white as opposed to the traditional black of the Christian orders. Standing within the bath were three naked women – all with different coloured hair: brunette, blonde, redhead. As he looked about him, his attendant guardians uncuffed him and released him from his penis harness. The hands on his genitals combined with the site of the three naked women caused him to become erect once more. He could feel his desire for some form of sexual release growing more intense as time went on. Initiation "Come," the blonde, said her voice soft and sultry. In the mirrors he watched his two guardians leave him, closing and locking the door behind them as they went. He walked forward towards the blonde who massaged her breasts with soapy suds. The nuns in the corner remained motionless, their eyes staring madly, though they appeared to be focusing not on their surroundings but on something within their own minds. It was obvious that they were in some form of meditative trance and that this led to a very heightened state of self-awareness. He was familiar with esoteric teachings that portrayed this idea of self-awareness, it was known under different names; awakening, self-awareness, self-remembering, mindfulness, watching, self-consciousness. They all meant the same, a heightened state of awareness of the part of the being that watched all internal and external phenomena. And here he was standing naked in a bathroom with four apparently awakened nuns. As he realised the enlightened state of the nuns he felt a warmness suddenly rise within himself. It started at his genitals and then proceeded to simultaneously to descend down his legs, into his feet and rise up through his chest and into his shoulders, then down his arms and into his hands and fingertips whilst simultaneously ascending into his head. His astral body became incredibly strong and present. Looking about him he could also see the astral bodies of the three water nymphs, each one a beautiful and lovely soft pink, indicating he thought the depths of their spiritual love. It was almost as though time itself was coming to a halt. He reached the edge of the bath and then began to descend the steps. The water was warm and his feet and legs tingled as he gradually submerged himself. When his genitals touched the water his loins and body shuddered as though he were undergoing a mini psychic orgasm. As he took the final steps into the centre of the bath the three water nymphs moved toward him and encircled him. In unison their hands touched his body and he let himself slide back into the water that proved to be incredibly buoyant. "Close your eyes and your journey to the world you have been seeking all your life, shall truly commence." Her voice was soft and he looked into her green eyes and felt nothing but love, empathy and compassion for him. "At last," he said to no one in particular, "I have found peace." IV In his dream he was swimming beneath the waves with three beautiful mermaids. The water was clear warm and full of exotic and strange creatures. The further he descended the less chance he knew he'd have for returning to the world from whence he'd come. But the mermaids had seduced him and he was now himself changing. His legs began to merge into one, his genitals withdrew into his body and he felt his internal organs adapt to the obstacle of underwater existence. Suddenly the nearest mermaid swam up to him and kissed him on the lips. As she did so he felt a new sensation pass through his transforming body. His legs had now become one long scaly tail and his need to breath in oxygen was replaced with an ability to breathe underwater. Below him a sudden darkness began to appear, but still he descended, following the three mermaids until he could see neither them nor any other creature. Then, suddenly he was back in the body of a human. Panic struck as he gasped for air, his legs and arms thrusting out in a vain attempt to reach the distant surface. Suddenly the nearest mermaid swam toward him. He signalled to her for help, but she merely returned his gaze with a long and sinister smile. Suddenly with a rapid thrust of her tail she set upon him, razor sharp talons and shark-like teeth tearing into his flesh, drawing blood and causing fatal damage. Within moments he was falling uncontrollably into the deeper and ever growing darkness, blood spewing from gaping wounds, a signal for other bottomless creatures to feast upon another casualty of the watery depths. He awoke with a start, sweat covered and disturbed by the dream sequence that he'd just undergone. He took a deep breath, held it and then breathed out long and hard. Clearly the dream had been archetypal, but what did it mean exactly? He wondered. Glancing about him he momentarily forgot the nightmare as he took in his surroundings. It was still dark, but thick heavy velvet curtains had been closed so it was likely that the darkness was merely an effect of the closed curtains rather than an indication of the real time of day. He was lying in a four-poster bed, but didn't recollect coming to this room, or getting himself into bed. He remembered getting into the bath with the three water nymphs. There had been others in the room, yes, four nuns all standing in a pose of self-awareness. He'd let himself lie back and the water had proved extremely buoyant, the nymphs had massaged him and then all was vague. Something about the nuns dancing around him, had they discarded their robes? They had made love to one another and he remembered wishing he could join in, but he was strapped to a wall, again helpless before the vision of desire, someone had kissed him, a tongue had lapped at his manhood. A hot cream stung as it was massaged into his body, his mind felt afire. His astral was so strong and he'd been lifted out of his body, ascending upwards towards the light until he had lost his sense of self and become one with it and then there was no more. He relaxed back in his bed. The aches and pains of his body had for once actually gone. Breathing in he noticed that even the tightness in his chest had seemed to disappear. Lifting the covers a little he looked down at his member. Strange to think that the evening before he had been under the control of a group of very attractive women, who could have done anything they wanted with him. God what a turn on he thought to himself. "They must have known, because I had a hard on for most of it." He said grinning to himself. His thoughts returned to the dream trying to find an explanation. Three mermaids take him into the depths, he transforms and then suddenly turns back into human form and is devoured by the monsters. Clearly it was archetypal, the great depths being the unconscious, the mermaids being guides on his journey. But then they had devoured him. But only after he had turned back into human form. Of course! It directly relates to my current journey. If I turn back to the ways of the uninitiated I will be devoured by my subconscious and its lies, symbolised by the shark-like mermaid, but if I accept the transformation then I will be able to continue onwards and finally achieve a level of spiritual transformation, which is akin to me being a creature and inhabitant of the world beyond the world. V Pulling back the covers he quickly got out of bed and went over to the window to see if it was indeed daylight, there were no clocks in the room so he had to rely on his intuition and what he could see of the sun. Pulling back the curtains daylight poured into the room. It was overcast and the cloud seemed to remain motionless as though hanging heavily above the house and grounds. His room had a view of the rear gardens and he stood there for a moment looking out over the lawns. Involuntarily he shivered and glanced back into the room his eyes intent on locating some clothes, less he end up with a chill which wouldn't bode too well. Turning back he made his way over to the wardrobe which was situated by the door. It was empty except for a plain black robe, which he decided was easily better than nothing at all. So he pulled it on over his head and shoulders. At first it seemed to fit perfectly, but then he realised that it was crotchless. Looking behind him he saw that the behind had also been cut out, exposing the wearers loins and backside. The previous evening he'd found it a turn on, but even this was pushing it a bit too far and there was little chance of maintaining any dignity when the only clothing he could find was a crotchless black robe. Accepting his predicament he wandered back over to the window and continued his survey of the grounds. The gardens themselves looked pretty spectacular with circular and square-shaped flowerbeds positioned in-between either small streams with stepping stones serving as pathways or sections of short cut grass. A large seven sided pond was positioned further away, with a huge phallus shaped conifer tree centred upon an island in its centre. Beyond that various statues carved in stone were positioned within a hedged maze and beyond that a wood where he spotted a few horse riders riding in an out of the trees. A knock at his door brought him back to his immediate environment. "Come in." He said. The door was pushed open and a young Spanish maid entered carrying a tray of food. "I have brought you breakfast," she said in an appropriate Spanish accent her attention focused on the breakfast tray. "Thank you." He said aware immediately of the predicament of his exposure and pulling his robe around so that he was no longer exposed. She was another stunningly attractive woman, just like most of the women here he thought to himself. "Am I not allowed to eat in the dining room then?" "No." She replied, her answer short and directly to the point. As she lent forward to put the tray down on the dressing table to the left of his bed, he noticed her dress rise up a little and could just see her stocking tops. He felt sleazy but slightly aroused. Once the tray was safely placed she turned to look at him "You not supposed to be wearing that," she said indicating to his robe. "But there is nothing else for me to wear," he protested, "I don't know where my clothes are and no one has provided me with anything suitable, I've…" he cut himself off, not wishing to divulge his continual naked status to a mere maid. "You supposed to be naked until they ready to give you clothes." She said looking him directly in the eye, "you take it off now, before the Sisters catch you, they not like you wearing clothes until you are ready." Her manner was far more authoritarian than he would have expected from a maid perhaps this was another test. "Anyway, you like not having clothes on in front of women." The maid said seemingly more aware of his sexual desires than he would have expected, "you like having your willy exposed before woman. But you take it off now, or you get us both into trouble." If this was a test what was the correct action to take he quickly thought to himself. If he took it off, he was submitting himself even to a supposedly lowly maid, if he didn't then he was proving his masculinity, the dominance of the male over the female and so far the scenario had been that the male had to submit before the female. The symbolism was clear the passivity of the masculine principle itself representing the ego to the passivity of the feminine representing the hidden spiritual self. "You take it off now," the maid repeated taking a step towards him. "I'm just thinking" He said looking at her and deducing that she would most likely win one way or another. "You take it off before I get into trouble." She said still moving towards him. "Okay, okay," he said gambling on whether or not he was being tested, but even if he wasn't he knew that her words were true and he really did relish the idea of being naked before a clothed woman. He began to pull the robe over his head just as the maid reached him. She stopped and waited for him to disrobe. When he was naked she put out her hand for him to pass her the robe. As she waited, she took a long and deliberately slow look over his body, ensuring that he was aware of her gaze. Her eyes lingered for a long time on his manhood and he watched her lightly flick her tongue over her lips before she caught his gaze once more and smiled. His face went red and he could feel his heart again beat a little faster, his cock twitched and she looked back down at it as it slowly and involuntarily rose to attention. "You not had release yet." She said taking the final step towards him so that her body was touching him, "you be patient," she said her voice softer now as she reached down and took his manhood in her hand, "but no masturbation, you keep seed inside you." She said squeezing him tightly. She let him go and with his discarded robe in hand, left the room. He heard a key turn and be withdrawn from the lock and then he was left in silence. He was still hard and without thought took himself in hand. He felt so aroused, but had found nothing but erotic teasing from a lot of extremely sensual and dominant women. His hand moved along his shaft, slowly at first then rapidly increasing in pace as he realised how much he needed release. Another sound at the door startled him, but despite the sound of a key being inserted and turned indicating an imminent intrusion he couldn't stop himself. The door opened and he looked over, still wanking himself as two young women quickly strode into the room. Their clothes startled him as they both wore green combat trousers; black well polished army boots, white sleeveless T-shirts and black berries. For all intents and purposes they could have been straight out of a Para-military organisation. His heart beat faster as they took swift confident strides across the room to him. The one that reached him first yanked his hand away from his cock. "You're not supposed to be doing that." She said in an American accent. She was young, 18 most likely but possibly a little older. "No masturbation." The second one said in what sounded like a light Jamaican accent giving his hand a slap. "Oh god," he said, "please I'm almost bursting." "No masturbation." The lightly bronzed Jamaican repeated as she gripped his other wrist. He saw a third female enter, clothed in similar attire, save that her berry was red instead of black. He presumed it meant that she was in a higher position of authority than the other two. In her hand was a long chain which as soon as she was within reach she proceeded to use to cuff his hands behind his back. "Oh not again, please." He said struggling. The two black berry's had obviously trained in some form of martial art as he found it impossible to struggle against them and so, was once again handcuffed and defenceless. "If you cannot contain your own desires then we shall contain them for you." The red-berry said in a well-spoken English accent. "There is much to be done yet, before you get carried away by your desires and think what those words mean." She said instructing him in a manner that many would not understand. He looked at her and could see that she, like her two compatriots wore no bra underneath her tea shirt. "We are not for you." She said aware of his gaze. "There will be time enough in the future when you may again enjoy the consort of many that you see before you, but for now you must go without." She nodded to the two women holding him and they pulled him back onto the bed. Either he hadn't noticed or they had been hidden, but two more cuffs were then attached to his wrists, the former cuffs having a locking chain mechanism that upon release enabled his arms to stretch outwards. As his wrists were bound to the bed, the officer in charge bound his ankles in turn. "Now, we will see how strong your self control really is." She said, looking from his now declining penis to his eyes. And with that he was once more left alone. VI Silently he awaited the next test, but no one came and he was left bound and naked upon the four poster bed. Now and again he heard voices, laughter, a car or motor vehicle start up and drive off. The birds sang their final chorus of the day as daylight progressed through dusk into darkness and the light in his room was chased away by the onset of night. He remained undisturbed and eventually drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep. "Paul, Paul," the voice spoke gently, urging him out of his sleep. "Paul." The third call brought him back to consciousness. Sitting beside him on the bed was the beautiful Mistress that had presided over his initiation. In contradistinction to her earlier more dominant and erotic form of clothing, she wore a long black baggy woollen dress that served to hide the contours of her body. "Who are you?" He asked, his mind still subconsciously questioning the validity of this whole experience. His bindings had been undone and he was lying underneath the covers though he was still naked. "I am here to remind you of your past." "My past?" "Have you forgotten already? Surely you cannot have forgotten the path that you have followed?" "No, I've tried to forget," he said feeling somewhat like an actor in a tragedy. "You mustn't forget, that is your path and it has led you to us. Few succeed in this journey, but within you lies the seed of greater awareness. It is up to you to utilise it." "I was looking for this my whole life, but I thought it was just a fantasy, another day-dream." "There is much for you to do, though you do not realise this. That is why you are here. But you have a question for me." A question? His mind went blank as he tried to think what it was that he wanted to know. If she really was a genuine Mistress and had passed through the Abyss then it was important to ask a meaningful question, rather than one that he could determine the answer for himself. "It has been difficult to adjust to a life without the Left. There is something wrong and I cannot seem to transfer from the Old Path to the New. The Old has left such a deep impression upon me. But I could never fully walk it, still there was something in the way. What is it?" "You know the answer to your question even when you ask. So why ask a question you already know the answer to? Why not ask what you really need to know?" He thought about her answer, aware of the truth in her words and the fact that despite his insight he'd still asked the wrong question. He did know what had prevented him both in the past and in the present. It was within him as it was within all who lived. That being that the knowing Christians had called Satan. Those of the Left who had known the truth also had a name for him though it varied from group to group. "How do I overcome it?" "That is what we are here for. We are here to show you the way across the abyss and past the demon that has ruled you all your life. Here, I give you a gift. Hold out your hand." He did as instructed and she passed him a pendant and chain. "This will mark the path for your future, do not forget your past." She said suddenly getting up from the bed. She made for the door, glancing back at him as he looked at the gift she had given him. In his hand he held a circular piece of gold metal inscribed upon which was a triangle and within that the Greek words 'En To Pan'. "All is One." He said out loud as the door closed behind the Mistress and she smiled at the two sisters waiting in the hallway. "The first stage is nearing completion." She said. "Will he be ready for the final stage?" The first one asked. "He will, he knows enough already to undergo the change." "He just needs the guidance." The second sister said. "Guidance and discipline." "Yes, he needs to know his place." "That is what we are here for my sister," the Mistress said, "to show men their place in the scheme of the Creator." "May Sophia guide our school." VII He sat and thought for a while. He'd been led here by an attractive and strange brunette who he'd met in an empty church. He'd been tricked, stripped, bound, humiliated, aroused and initiated all without a question of whether he wanted to or not. He was it had seemed an unwillingly victim in a sorority's sex game. But that was merely a surface impression. Clearly they knew what made him tick, especially when it came to sex, but they also knew about the mysteries. The eyes of the nuns, the words of the Mistress, the symbolism of the ritual and now the pendant, symbolising among other things the endlessness of the Great Being, the achievement of crossing the abyss, internal and external wholeness and unity. All of this seemed to indicate that they knew a lot more than a lot of other occult groups and hadn't he looked for long enough to try and find a genuine group? And he'd found one, maybe two. But even one of them had proved to be based in fantasy and he'd travelled a long way down that road, lying to himself as he went, but happy and content to live in his fantasy world. But here, this was a different matter. Here there was certainly a potential for something far greater… Initiation He lay back and closed his eyes again. The soft pillows cushioned his head and the bed felt so comfortable and warm. His right hand once again descended to his groin and he rested it upon his cock which hardened as he drifted off once more into a deep sleep. The spiders were all over the room. Involuntarily his body shivered. He didn't like spiders, never had really. He could face them, objectively try and face up to his fears, but he'd had some extremely bad nightmares involving huge spiders. He remembered one time when he'd awoken with a start, leaping out of bed certain that a massive spider was resting just above his bed. He'd been convinced that it was the result of his dark workings, but still he'd continued. This was different though. The room was practically empty but many small spiders were rushing around the room, up the walls, along the floor, across the ceiling until eventually they'd started to clamber up his legs. At that point he woke up, the disturbing dream replaced by another disturbing image. Disturbing for the fact that it was real. About him stood a group red robed figures, they were all of consistent height and their cowls were pulled up over their heads. During his sleep he'd been uncovered and bound once more, defenceless again amidst the sorority. VIII "It is time for your submission." A female voice at the foot of the bed spoke. "You have been waiting for this," a soft female voice said as the figure leant forward and took his cock in hand. He became aroused as the hand pulled his foreskin slowly down his shaft. "Look, he is becoming hard again." He recognised the voice, it was the Jamaican soldier from earlier. "But how long will he last?" A voice that he didn't recognise asked. "We shall have to wait and see." The voice at the end of the bed said. That was a voice he did remember it was the English officer from earlier and she was evidently in command. The hand on his penis had begun moving slowly back and forth, pulling his foreskin upwards and downwards, at one stroke exposing his glands, another covering them over again. He gasped. The hand wanked him slowly, the eyes of the robed women intently watching the erotic manipulations of their sister. "He likes that doesn't he." One of them giggled. "Look he's going to cum." The Jamaican said. "He didn't last long did he." It was the short female to his right that spoke. From the sound of her voice he estimated that she was another teenager. "Are they all like that?" She asked, directing the question to no one in particular. The woman beside her whispered a quiet answer, "Some last longer than others, but they have all been through a heightened state of sexual eroticism, so it is to be expected that they do not last long once they are touched by a female hand." "I've never seen a man cum before," the young girl said giggling. No one answered. "Don't bring him off yet," instructed the leader, "he must experience the sight first." All about him a slow and beautiful chant was begun as the woman who was masturbating him slowed her hand rhythm down to an almost stop. Holding his retracted foreskin for a few moments before ever so slowly pulling it back up the long veined shaft and then holding it there for a few moments before repeating the whole cycle. Directly above him a white mist began to form, initially remaining formless until it gradually moulded itself into a strange unearthly feminine being. A long Aryan face, long pointed elfin ears, intense staring eyes. She was naked and her breasts hung down almost touching his chest. A tongue flicked seductively over full lips. The hand on his cock continued its incredibly slow pace of stimulation. As best he could he thrust upwards subconsciously desiring union with this strange succubus. The chant continued, the female cantors obviously intent upon increasing the level of energy in the room. Beyond the succubus an open doorway appeared, beyond which golden steps led to a marble plateau upon which a golden throne was positioned, it's back towards him so that he was unable to see whether it seated an occupant. Suddenly he was out of his body and ascending the steps, a voice counted the number as he progressed upwards. One, two, three. The succubus ascended a few steps ahead of him, every now and again looking back at him, indicating for him to follow her to the top. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. In the distance, somewhere behind him he heard a slow and beautiful chant being sung by a female choir. He looked back and saw a figure masturbating his naked and bound body, about him a group of red robed figures stood motionless. Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty. He'd reached the plateau. The succubus had vanished. He moved towards the chair which slowly turned to greet him. The seated figure startled him. Naked, winged, muscular, masculine, a long face with dark eyes that looked deep into his soul and made him shake involuntarily. "I left you behind." Paul said questioning the validity of the vision before him. "I am always with you and you know that as truth." The figure replied grinning, sharp and dangerous teeth apparent. "Oh God, where are you?" Paul asked looking up into the sky beyond the figure. "I am here." The figure replied. "You are Satan and I no longer serve you." "If that is so, then why did you find me here?" Satan asked suddenly standing, his long reptilian wings nearly touching the marble floor. "I don't know. I never really sought you. I was looking for something else." "You were looking for lies." "This is wrong," Paul said backing away from him. "This is wrong, something is wrong." "You are wrong," Satan suddenly snarled at him, a cloud of blackness spreading out into the atmosphere directly around him, "fool, you sought me and found what?" "I…" "You found your own nothingness," Satan interrupted, "and still you hide behind bullshit," blatant contempt in his voice. In his heart Paul felt the truth. "I am nothing." He said. He'd known this before, sensed it within himself. The falsity of it all. How everything and everyone was hiding behind what they were not. "I am nothing." He repeated as he fell to knees. "God, I am nothing. I am nothing." "You are nothing." Satan repeated staring with intensity at the naked form of the initiate before him. "Even this form is not you. Can you not even see beyond form yet? Fool! You who are nothing! Fool! You who are blind to the true Mysteries! Fool! You who hide behind what you are not. Fool! You are nothing!" Each sentence cut him like a whip thrashed across his back. Finally Paul raised his gaze to look firstly at Satan, "You are a teacher, but you are nothing also." Then casting his gaze skywards he asked the question that he had always sought an answer to. "What am I?" White clouds passed across the canvas of the blue sky, pushed by a high and distant wind, but no answer came. The vision faded, replaced by the red-robed Servants of the Goddess. He was limp now, semen spilled upon his stomach and over the hand of the masturbator who had carefully wiped it off into a glass jar. "I am nothing." He said his gaze unfocused. The sisters stood for a moment or two, quiet and unmoving until the lead sister indicated for them to leave. In silence the masturbator undid his bindings as the others left, then she too followed them out of the room closing the door behind her, leaving only the well spoken English sister alone in the room with Paul. "You have found the question." She said as she moved toward him, "We are here to provide the answer that has eluded you all this time." As she walked toward him she pulled down a zip at the front of her robe, enabling it to fall from her shoulders onto the carpet. Stepping out of it she was naked, her breasts firm, nipples erect. "Now," she said climbing onto the bed, "I have the honour to be your first. Let us find the truth together." Initiation “Look – notes from Sigma Tau!” Amie ran into the room throwing three notes on her bed. “There’s one for all three of us!” Tabitha, Amie, and Amber all ripped the fancy envelopes open. Amber read hers out loud. “Congratulations, pledge. Meet me at six o’clock in the Sigma house lobby. Sherrie.” “No way! We’re going to be Sigmas! This is too cool!” Amie hugged Tabitha and Amber. They had been waiting for this note, ever since they got to the University campus. “This is awesome! I’ve got to get ready!” Amie retreated to the closet to pick out some clothes for the meeting that would occur in a half hour. She had to look her best, she knew – but not too serious. She had to look cool. Amie was the tallest of the three girls, almost five foot ten. She looked taller, though, as she was a gorgeous blonde with a great body and a pretty big chest. She knew that she would wear her new jeans, but was trying to decide which shirt to wear. She picked out a white sleeveless cotton shirt that accented her curves perfectly, and then threw the outfit on the bed. Tabitha went over to her dresser to take out her blue short sleeved v-neck shirt. It was pretty tight and accented her body well. Not as well as Amie’s, she thought, but then again she wasn’t built like Amie. Hell, few girls were, she thought. But she knew she got just as many looks as her Nordic roomie did. Since Tabitha was Italian, she had a beautiful face, a clear complexion, and perfect dark brown hair with blonde highlights that rounded her face, a little longer than shoulder length. She worked out almost every morning so her body was fit and tight. She was growing a little bit of an “Italian ass,” but she kept it in check. Her bra size was average B-cup, but her tits looked pretty large compared to her relatively slim, small body. She thought “Greek life” was a little weird, but her best friend Amie was so excited about it and begged her to do it with Amber, so she decided to go along. Besides, she figured that it might help her later in life. Amber had already put on her green silk button down shirt and jeans, and was ready to go. Amber was about Tabitha’s size, with dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders, and a nice body with pretty small, perky tits – a full A-cup. She had some very active nipples, which she always tried to put on display by wearing thin shirts and no bra, which was exactly what she did tonight. “Are we ready to go, girls?” Amie said, coming out of the bathroom that was attached to their dorm room. She was looking hot, and she knew it, Tabitha thought. If only she could have tits like that, she’d be perky and bubbly too. But she’d also be kind of stupid like Amie was, she thought again, laughing to herself. But she still loved Amie. For everything she wasn’t, she was a great friend. “Ready!” Amber said as she slipped her shoes on. The three looked at themselves and each other in the mirror, and each adjusted their hair before walking out of the door. “Let’s get it on!” Amber yelled. The girls all laughed. In the Sigma Tau lobby, Sherrie was sitting on a couch looking at her watch. Two minutes of six, she noted. There was a knock on the door so she walked over. “Hello, girls, welcome to Sig!” Sherrie said with a smile. She was about five foot six very slim, and extremely tan after a summer of life guarding at her father’s country club and a few visits to the tanning salon, Tabitha thought. Sherrie’s dark brown hair was dyed a lighter brown very striking, light blonde highlights. She wore it pretty short and styled up which made her look taller than she was. She was wearing a loose button down linen shirt, a pair of tight jeans, and no shoes, showing off her Sigma Tau toe ring. “Come on in, pledges.” “Hey, I’m Amie,” Amie said as she stuck her hand out for a firm handshake. “Thanks so much for having us over!” “I’m Amber,” Amber shook Sherrie’s hand. “And you must be Tabitha,” Sherrie said, shaking her hand as well. Tabitha smiled. “Please have a seat on the couch.” The three co-eds sat down on the couch together, Amie on the left, Amber on the right, and Tabitha in the middle. Sherrie sat across the coffee table from them in a single chair. “Well, you’ve been chosen as the top three pledges this year which means that as President, I’ll be your mentor until you’re accepted as a full Sigma Tau sister,” Sherrie said matter-of-factly to the three girls on the couch. “It’s going to take some real effort and energy, so be sure to keep up, and let me know if there’s a problem. Understood?” All three heads nodded. “Good. Now, go get some dinner, get back to your room, and I’ll be in touch with you soon.” Sherrie said as she stood up and pointed toward the door. Amie, Amber, and Tabitha looked at each other confused and then walked toward the door. Sherrie walked them out and closed the door behind them. “What the heck was that about?” Amie asked. “I have no idea. I thought we were going to hang out!” Amber added. “I don’t know, but I guess we wait for the next move now. Let’s go get something to eat,” Tabitha suggested and they walked down the street to Guiseppe’s, the local pizza shop. After about three hours and a few drinks, the girls returned to their dorm, opened the door to their room and flicked on the light. “What the . . .” Amie said. Amber and Tabitha looked in amazement at the empty room. “What the hell is going on? Where’s our stuff?” Amber asked, walking across the bare hardwood floor. “Should we call security? Is this some kind of prank?” Tabitha asked. “Wait, here’s a note on the window sill,” Amber picked up the folded piece of paper. “Hi girls, we took the liberty of moving your stuff to Sigma Tau. Come on over to see your new digs.” It was written in Sherrie’s hand writing and signed with a big “S.” “That’s weird! How did they pack all of our stuff in three hours?” Amber said, still stunned. “I don’t know, but the note said to get back to Sigma, so let’s go, girlies,” Amie said. She walked out of the door, the others following closely behind her. “This is so exciting!” They walked back down the street to the Sigma Tau house. The porch light was on, along with a few other lights in the windows. Tabitha rang the bell. “Hello, girls,” said a tall red-headed girl who answered the door. “My name’s Tiffany. You must be Amie, Amber, and Tabitha.” “Yeah, we got this note!” Amie handed the note to the red head. Tiffany took it, but didn’t read it, and smiled broadly as she turned around and walked toward the door at the back of the entry-way. She was a gorgeous woman, tall with wavy, bright red hair down to her mid-back, and very light skin. She had a very curvy body -- extremely big breasts, a small waist, and a heart-shaped ass that swayed back and forth as she walked. She had a tight, white tank top on with the Sigma Tau symbols on the back, and a pair of black spandex shorts that accented her extremely curvy hips. “Come this way, girls,” she said without turning around. The girls entered and followed Tiffany down the hall to the door. She opened the door and motioned them in to a room that looked like a giant library, with books lining the walls from floor to ceiling on oak book shelves, a large marble fire place, a big oak desk with a large leather chair behind it, and three ornate wooden chairs in front of it. There were various paintings on the walls of some distinguished looking women. “Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable,” Tiffany said, motioning the three girls to the three empty chairs in front of the desk. Amie took the first seat, Tabitha the second, and Amber the third. “Sherrie will be here in a minute.” Tiffany walked toward the door but didn’t leave the room. Instead, she stood by it, watching the three girls in their seats. After a few minutes another door opened from the other side of the room. Sherrie walked in. Tiffany whispered into her ear, and Sherrie nodded, taking a seat in the plush leather chair behind the desk. “Hello again, girls,” Sherrie said, looking them all in the eye, one by one. “What do you think of my office?” “Cool!” Amie said first. Tabitha and Amber nodded in agreement. “Well, Sigma Tau is a unique sorority. We get a lot of money from our famous and successful alumni, and they take care of us pretty well,” Sherrie continued. “We heard that this was the best sorority in the nation but we had no idea!” Amber said. ”Oh, you have no idea,” Sherrie smiled at Amber and pulled three pens out of a drawer and put them on top of the three stacks of paper that were in front of the girls on the desk. “These are your contracts. We are a VERY exclusive sorority. If you want to be a Sig, you have to sign them right now – no questions asked. This locks you into the sorority until you graduate, and then after graduation, too. By signing it, you agree to three basic things. First, you agree to go through the entire process of initiation into the sorority. Tiffany and I will be your mentors. Second, you agree to pay dues to the sorority once you graduate. The dues will be set according to your ability to pay once you get a job. And third, and best of all, your entire education will be paid for with a full Sigma Tau scholarship, and you will get additional living expenses as well. I think you’ll agree that it’s a pretty sweet deal.” All three girls looked stunned. Sherrie looked at Tiffany. “Not what they expected, eh, Tiff?” Tiffany smiled. “So, there are the contracts and the pens. You don’t have to sign, but if you don’t you have to leave now and never come back. If you do sign, you’ll get your entire education free and a lot of perks once you’re out in the working world. Just look around the room. There are pictures of our most famous Sigs. Some of them you might know – Senators, Congresswomen, CEO’s, the first female Army General, a bunch of actresses, writers, singers, an astronaut, and a couple of former Miss USA’s. We even have a Playboy playmate,” Sherrie said, pointing to the framed magazine on the bookshelf to her right. “Why are the contracts so big?” Tabitha asked, eyeing the large documents. “What are you, pre-law? You can sign them or not, Tabitha,” Sherrie said sternly. “It takes a lot of legal language to get your entire education paid for in return for your agreement to remain a Sig in good standing for the rest of your life. No one has ever decided not to sign. We screen pretty carefully and weed out the idiots before they even get this far.” “I’m in!” Amie said, grabbing the pen and paper. “That’s the way, Amie,” Sherrie said. “Initial every page and sign the last one.” Amie started initialing. Amber grabbed her stack and started as well. Tabitha picked hers up and started reading the first page. “Tabitha, we ALL sign it without reading. It’s a matter of trust. Just sign or leave,” Tiffany said. “It’s the best deal you’ll ever get, I guarantee it.” Tabitha breathed in and let it out slowly. She looked around the room, picked up the pen, and initialed every page. After she signed the last page, she looked up and smiled. Amie and Amber had already finished and watched Tabitha sign her name. “OK, then, it’s settled. Welcome to Sigma Tau!” Sherrie said as Tiffany picked up the contracts and pens. She walked over to the fire place, lifted the painting off of the wall, and revealed the door to a safe. She entered the combination digitally, opened the door, placed the contracts inside, and closed the door again, replacing the painting. Sherrie walked around the desk to the book case opposite the door they walked into. She pulled out a large red book revealing an old, ornate looking door knob on the wall. She turned the knob and a large part of the wall opened out, revealing a stair case. Amber, Amie, and Tabitha stood up and walked toward the stair case. “Your new room is downstairs to the right. Tiff will take you down,” Sherrie said as Tiffany walked through the door first. All three girls followed Tiffany into the doorway and walked down the stairs behind her. The door closed behind them, causing Tabitha to jump and stumble on the stairs. She caught herself on the railing. Amie and Amber both laughed. They all had a lot to drink and were feeling it. “Careful, Tabitha,” Tiffany said as she continued down the long staircase. As the bottom, there was a long hallway, like in a fancy hotel, with dozens of doors along both sides of the hall. Tiffany stopped at the first door on the right. “OK, here is your new room. Just one thing -- I need to take your clothes before you go in there.” Tiffany said. “What?” Tabitha asked. “Just part of the deal you signed to take part in the initiation,” Tiffany smiled. Amie and Amber looked at each other and then at Tabitha. Amie was the first to lift her shirt over her head, revealing a white lacy bra which was seemingly straining to hold in her two large breasts. She then took off her shoes and slid her jeans off revealing her matching white thong. She handed her tank top and jeans over to Tiffany. Amber then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her ankles, kicking her shoes and the jeans off. She had on a pair of tight, white cotton panties. She then unbuttoned her shirt and slipped out of it. She had no bra on, so her two small breasts were sticking straight out, nipples erect. She handed her jeans and shirt to Tiffany. The three girls looked at Tabitha who pulled her navy blue shirt up over her head. Her bra rode up slightly as she removed her shirt causing her left breast to pop out. She pulled the bra back down and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. She kicked them off along with her shoes and handed them to Tiffany. “Um, bras and panties, too,” Tiffany said. Amie reached back and unhooked her bra, releasing her giants. She seemed relieved to have them out of their constraints. Her nipples were not erect, but her areolas were slightly puffed out. Amie took her thong off and handed her underwear to Tiffany, who was momentarily transfixed by Amie’s moving breasts. Amber took her panties off at the same time and handed them over as well. Tabitha looked at both of her cute friends and the beautiful red head she just met. She unhooked her bra and let it fall off of her shoulders. Amber, Amie, and Tiffany all stared at Tabitha’s perfect B-cups sitting perfectly on her chest. They could tell that she was very aroused as her nipples stuck out about half of an inch on top of her dark pink areolas. Tabitha handed her bra to Tiffany and then pulled her black bikini cut panties down, handing them over as well, revealing her dark brown, trimmed bush. Tiffany opened up the door to the room and the lights automatically turned on. Tabitha led the way into the windowless room which was about three times as big as their dorm room. There was one king-sized bed, three normal sized desks with chairs and brand new lap top computers sitting on top of them, connected to color printers. On the shelves were all of their text books, and a refrigerator was humming silently in the corner next to a counter with a microwave oven and a double basin sink. There was a large plasma screen TV on the opposite wall hooked up to a sleek looking stereo with large speakers. There was a huge, overstuffed couch opposite the TV. Amber and Amie walked in behind her. “This is so cool, but is there only one bed?” Amber asked Tiffany, who stood at the door. “Yes, you’ll have to share the bed.” Tiffany responded, smiling. “It’s big enough. All of your stuff is here except for your clothes, your phones, and some other things. You’ll get them back, and some other cool stuff, once you’re initiated. In the meantime, everything you need for the next week is here. The maid will come by every day to clean up the room and make the bed. If you need me for anything, ring this bell,” she pressed a button on near the door. “But only if you really need something.” “Oh cool – look at this!” Amie said from an open door way at the back of the large room. “A huge hot tub, huge shower with three shower heads, three sinks . . . this is amazing!” “We’re here for a week? What about classes?” Amber asked. “All taken care of, don’t worry about it,” Tiffany responded, and walked out the door. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to take you to the meeting” she said as she pulled the door behind her. All three girls looked at each other. “Meeting?” Tabitha asked to Tiffany, who had already closed the door. She laughed to herself. Here they were, standing naked in a strange underground room. Tabitha looked over at Amie. “This is kind of fucked up,” she said. “Are you kidding, Tabitha? This is fantastic! We’re getting everything for free! And did you see the pictures on the wall up there? We can do anything we want once we graduate!” Amie replied, her tits jiggling with every word. “Yeah, but we’re prisoners! Look, we can’t get out!” Tabitha said as she pulled on the door knob. “Why would they do that?” “It’s just to psyche us out, right?” Amber asked. “This is initiation, so they want to haze us, right? Tabitha looked around the room, “I guess.” The girls all freshened up in the bathroom and looked around the room for a few minutes. Then the door opened. Tiffany was standing at the door, this time in a short skirt and bright red, button-down shirt with the Sigma Tau symbols on the left breast pocket. “OK, girls, follow me,” Tiffany said. She walked to the end of the long hallway to a set of carved, wooden, double doors about ten feet high. “Now, listen to me. We’re having our first meeting between the sisters and pledges, so be on your best behavior. Do whatever you’re told to do and you’ll be fine.” Tiffany opened the double doors revealing a large, ornate oval-shaped conference room that was set up with chairs all around the room in a semi circle, open space in the middle, and a very ornate marble table in front of the room with several large, throne-type chairs along the wall. In one of the chairs, to the right of the marble table, Sherrie sat wearing a short black skirt and a red button-down shirt. Next to her, on her right was an empty chair, then next to her was a beautiful woman, maybe in her thirties, also wearing a black mini-skirt and red button down shirt. The chairs on the outside of the circle against the wall were all occupied by around 40 girls all wearing black skirts and white shirts with the Greek letters on it. Some of the girls were ones they recognized from around campus. In the middle of the room, standing on the floor, were a dozen or so naked girls, the other pledges, Tabitha assumed. Tiffany led Tabitha, Amie, and Amber up to the front of the room and placed them in front of the other naked girls, right in front of the marble table. Sherrie smiled at the girls as Tiffany took her seat in the chair between Sherrie and the other woman. Sherrie stood up and walked up two steps to a large podium to the left of the marble table. “Hello ladies. Thanks for coming to our annual meet and greet party for our fifteen new pledges. For those of you new pledges who don’t know me, I’m Sherrie, Sigma Tau President, and this is Tiffany, our Vice President. In the seat next to Tiffany is Alexandra, our International Chairwoman.” Alexandra smiled and waved to the room. She was a very professional looking woman with soft Greek features, curly brown hair, a perky looking chest, and beautiful legs. “Around you, seated against the wall, are your sisters. Some of you have met each other already, but today we’re really going to get to know each other,” Sherrie said to thunderous applause from around the room filled the air. All of the naked pledges looked at each other with semi-nervous smiles on their faces. “So, I need all of the pledges to stand in a circle in the center of the room, facing each other,” they all did as told. Initiation Tabitha looked at the other pledges. Every one of them was extremely attractive, and in pretty good shape, and just about all of them had a bigger chest than she did. Most of them were white, many were blonde. There were a couple of girls with darker skin, and one black girl. She looked over at Amie and Amber who were also checking out their fellow pledges. She noticed that Amie had puffed her chest out a bit while Amber had her arms folded across her chest, partially obscuring her breasts to the other girls, Tabitha thought. Amber was certainly the smallest one here, Tabitha noted looking at her, but she was also quite possibly one of the cutest. “OK, sisters, meet the pledges,” Sherrie said. She sat back down in her chair and whispered something in Tiffany’s ear. All of the sisters stood up from their chairs around the room and filed down to the center of the floor forming a line near the circle of pledges. The first in line, a cute blonde woman, walked into the middle of the circle. She looked at each pledge and then walked over to a young blonde pledge across the circle from Tabitha. “What’s your name, pledge?” the blonde woman said with a southern accent. “Natalie,” the young girl said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Very nice to meet you,” the southern drawl continued. “I’m Parker, and you have a very cute chest, Natalie,” she reached up and grabbed one of Natalie’s breasts, the right one, which was probably about a C-cup, Tabitha guessed. The southern girl leaned over and kissed one of Natalie’s nipples, then licked it until it was hard. “Are you getting excited, Natalie?” “Yes,” Natalie answered quietly, looking down at her erect nipple. “Good,” Parker answered, letting go of Natalie’s breast and looking at the girl next to Natalie, a tall girl with shorter, brown hair, styled with big, loose curls. She had an absolutely gigantic rack. Her boobs looked about one and a half times the size of softballs. She was watching Natalie get felt up by the southern belle. “And look at you,” Parker continued. “You look like you could make some good tips as a Hooters girl.” “Thanks,” the tall girl, Chloe, laughed. Parker stepped in front of her and grabbed both of her enormous breasts, pushing them up and together and looking at the resulting cleavage. “A girl could get lost in there, huh Natalie?” “Uh, yeah,” Natalie said, looking over her fellow busty pledge. “And we’re just the perfect height for each other, sweetie,” Parker said noticing that her mouth was at the same level as Chloe’s dark pink nipples when she held her tits up in that position. Parker stuck her tongue out and licked Chloe’s stiff, thick, nipples and ran the tip of her tongue around the circumference of her coffee cup sized areolas. Tabitha saw that Chloe got a little weak in her knees as Parker continued to lick. Parker dropped Chloe’s boobs and continued around the circle, stopping occasionally to look at or touch one of the young pledges. She walked around all fifteen women and left the circle allowing the next sister, a short girl with long, black curly hair and olive colored skin, to enter the circle. She walked over to the pledge standing next to Amber, a girl with long, blonde hair and a fit, athletic body. “What’s your name, pledge?” the sister asked. “I’m Madison,” the blonde answered. “Nice bod, Madison. I’m Lilia. You must work out, Madison. What sport do you play?” Lilia put her hand on Madison’s shoulder and worked it down across her firm, large tits. “Tennis, and volleyball,” Madison answered. “Nice, we’ll have to play tennis sometime, Madison,” Lilia answered, her hands on Madison’s hips. “And what about you?” she said to Amber, who was standing next to Madison. “Hi, I’m Amber.” “You have the cutest little tits I’ve ever seen, Amber,” Lilia said, keeping her hand on Madison’s hip and the other cupping Amber’s small breast. Lilia turned Madison around and had her face Amber. “Madison, give Amber a hug,” Lilia said, dropping her hand from Amber’s aroused chest and lightly pushing the two of them together. Tabitha looked over at Amber’s trim bush and noticed that she was getting wet. The two young pledges hugged looked into each other’s eyes and hugged, their breasts meeting at about the same height. “And a kiss, too, I think,” Lilia said. Amber and Madison kissed each other on the lips, lightly at first, then more deeply. Lilia put her hands on Amber’s hands and slid them down to Madison’s muscular ass, giving it a squeeze. Madison let out a small moan. “OK, girls, that’s good,” Lilia said as Amber and Madison parted and took their spots back in the circle. Amber looked up and saw that Tabitha was looking at her and immediately looked down at the floor. Lilia left the circle and let the next girl in, who walked around the circle stopping only once, with Chloe, and pinching one of her enormous nipples. The rest of the sisters filed in, most of them stopping at one or two of the pledges to squeeze their tits or their asses, or kiss them on their lips or another part of their body. A few girls stopped by Tabitha and felt her up a few times. One time they had the pledge next to her, a short girl with brown, curly hair named Erika, who was about her height, lean over and suck on one of Tabitha’s nipples. Tabitha felt herself get turned on more than she’d ever been before, especially when a sister would stop by Amie and grab one or her breasts. She’d never fully realized it, but she always wanted to feel one of her friend’s huge tits. They looked so soft, so smooth, so big, so . . . “Well, look at you looking at your roomie,” Tabitha was broken out of her trance by Tiffany, who was at the end of the line. “She does have a perfect body, and those tits,” Tiffany continued, grabbing Amie’s right tit in one hand and Tabitha’s left tit in the other, massaging them both. Tabitha saw Amie look down at her chest, and then looked over at hers. “You want to give them a squeeze, Tabitha?” Tiffany asked. “Sure,” Tabitha heard herself say. Her face turned red with embarrassment. “Don’t be ashamed, Tabitha. Here,” Tiffany said, grabbing Tabitha’s hand and gingerly placing it on Amie’s breast. “Go ahead, feel those soft, heavy breasts, Tabitha.” Tabitha started rubbing and squeezing her friend’s boob. She felt herself get extremely hot, and then felt another hand on her own breast – looking down she saw that it was Amie’s. Tabitha leaned down and placed Amie’s semi-erect nipple in her mouth and squeezed it between her lips. She licked the end of it with her tongue and felt the nipple grow as she sucked on it. She kept sucking, and looked up to see Amie’s eyes closed. She could feel that Amie was breathing heavier. Tabitha took her hand and slid it down Amie’s flat stomach, and played with the hair on Amie’s pussy. She then let her hand drop a little lower, touching the moist pussy lips. Amie started to moan and breathe heavier. “OK, girls, that’s good enough for now,” Tiffany said, lightly pulling them apart. Tabitha looked at Tiffany with a bit of confusion. So you take us down here and get us all hot and bothered and don’t let us get off, she thought? Tiffany saw the look and laughed. Next, the woman in the chair up front, Alexandra, came down and stood in the center of the circle with Tiffany. Sherrie stayed in her seat. “OK, girls. Now that you’ve met all of the older Sigs, you’re going to get to know each other,” Alexandra said, walking around the circle. “As you know, once you’re inducted into Sigma Tau, you’re a sister forever. We do anything we can for each other. Sigma’s are located all over the world, and if you ever need something, you can call on them. And if anyone of them ever calls on you, you’ll be ready to do anything you can to help them. It’s a giant, connected network of women who love and respect each other. And the strongest relationship you’ll ever have is with the fourteen other young women who are standing in this circle with you. So that’s what the next part of the ceremony signifies. Go ahead Tiffany.” “Thanks Alexandra,” Tiffany said as Alexandra went back up and sat back in her seat. “OK, pledges, everyone sit down right where you are.” All of the girls sat down on the floor in the same positions as they were in when they were standing. Tabitha noticed that all of the other sisters had taken their seats back around the circle. “Great. Now, Amber, let’s start with you. I want you to lay down on your back, right where you are, with your head facing to your left,” Tiffany directed. Amber got down on her back. “Very good. OK, Madison, I want you to get on your knees, straddling Amber’s face, so that she’s looking right at your cunt.” Madison blushed, and put her knees down on each side of Amber’s head. Amber looked up at Madison’s clit, which was wet. She could feel the warmth coming from it. “Hold on, Amber, and wait until I say so before you do anything,” Tiffany said, noting Amber’s attentiveness. Now, Madison, lean over on your hands.” Madison leaned over and faced the ground. “Megan?” Tiffany asked the black haired girl sitting next to Madison. I want you to get on your back in the same position as Amber, with your pussy right under Madison’s face.” Megan got on her back and shifted her body until her pelvis lined up with Madison’s downward gaze. Tabitha watched as Tiffany positioned the rest of the girls around the circle, one on her hands and knees, the next on her back, slowly forming a circle. “OK, Natalie, on your back. Chloe, hands and knees straddling Natalie’s face,” Tiffany continued down the line. Tabitha watched as Chloe arched her tall frame, positioned herself carefully above Natalie’s head, and let her humongous breasts sway beneath her chest. Tiffany made her way to Erika, the curly, brown haired cute girl standing next to Tabitha. She had Erika get down on her hands and knees. As Erika was getting down, Tiffany whispered into Tabitha’s ear, “I think you’re going to like this. Get on your back, Tab.” Tabitha did as told and laid on her back. She looked down, across her breasts, and saw Erika’s face between her legs, smiling. “OK, now for the last piece of the puzzle. Amie, on your hands and knees over Tabitha’s face and look down at your friend Amber’s cunt,” Tiffany said, finally completing the circle. All fifteen girls were looking right at one of their fellow pledge’s pussies. Tabitha gazed into the perfect blonde patch of hair over her face and could also feel Erika’s breath on her clit. “All right, Madame President,” Tiffany said to Sherrie, who got up and walked to the podium. “They’re ready.” Tiffany took her seat. “Thanks, Tiff. When I say three, I want you to start licking. One . . . two . . . three!” Tabitha reached up and pulled Amie’s hips down so that she could reach Amie’s clit with her tongue. At the same time she felt her own clit being licked hard by Erika and it caused her to shiver with delight. She had never tasted another girl before. She blocked everything out from around her and alternated thinking about her tongue probing inside of her friend Amie and Erika’s tongue eating out her own pussy. She felt like she was going to have an orgasm, but decided to try and hold out for as long as she could. She could hear the other girls and their muffled moans as they dug into their fellow pledges. She suddenly felt Amie’s pelvis start to grind into her face so she pulled her in closer and stuck her tongue up into her as far as she could, wildly licking and pushing her chin into the dark, wet hold. At the same time she felt Jamie lick harder and farther into her – and she felt Erika’s heavy breathing, she assumed from the orgasm she was about to have. The thought of what the circle must have looked like to the other sisters at first embarrassed her but then turned her on. She opened her eye on caught a glimpse of Sherrie, Tiffany, and Alexa, sitting at the front of the room above her. She saw that they had all pulled their skirts above their waists, legs spread, fingering their own pussies as they watched the pledges gyrate in their 69 circle. Suddenly, with a force that she’d never felt before, Tabitha felt herself cum into Erika’s mouth. She continued to lick Amie, who was grinding her pelvis wildly to take in more of Tabitha’s tongue, but she also started to scream with pleasure into Amie’s bush. Her screams immediately triggered Amie to scream as she came into Tabitha’s mouth. Then Amber, who was being eaten out voraciously by Amie, started to moan with just as much pleasure, taking her hands and reaching up to squeeze her own stiff nipples as she came to a long orgasm. Tabitha collapsed from pure exhaustion after Amie finished her orgasm, then Amie rolled over and got down on her back once Tabitha stopped licking. With Amie’s body out of her way, she saw that not only were Sherrie, Tiffany, and Alexa masturbating, but a quick glance around the room showed that the entire group of sisters seemed to be fingering either themselves or the girls next to them. She thought how that would be her someday, watching a group of young, naked women in a circle. She wondered if Amie would be next to her, fingering her cunt, or maybe she’d sit next to Molly and play with her huge tits while during the show. She watched the rest of the girls in the circle come to orgasm, some of them for the second time. Her favorite to watch was Chloe, across the circle from her, whose tits were pounding against each other and into her own chin as she rocked back and forth. Tabitha reached down and fingered herself as she watched the hypnotic movement. Chloe looked out of the corner of her eye and caught Tabitha’s gaze, gave her a wink and smile, then buried her face back into her neighbor’s cunt to finish her job. She heard the rest of the sisters come to various levels of orgasm around the room. It was the most incredible sound she had ever heard, Tabitha decided. All of the girls got themselves back together and returned to their previous positions. “What you just experienced is something that none of you will ever, ever forget,” Sherrie took the floor. “It’s one of the many reasons why we, as Sigma’s, carry such a strong bond,” Sherrie continued. “Tiffany, please close the meeting.” “OK, pledges, back to your rooms. You’ll get further instructions soon,” Tiffany ordered. “Sisters, once the pledges are locked down, you’re free to leave or go up into the main house.” All of the pledges stood up and walked toward the back door. They went out back into the hall and found their rooms. Tabitha, Amie, and Amber walked down the entire length of the hallway to find room 1. The rest of the girls filed into rooms 2 through 5, three in each room, all on the same side of the hallway. There were also five doors on the other side of the hall with the letters A, B, C, D, and E on them – room A was across the hall from room 1, B across from room 2, and so on. Tabitha wondered what was in those rooms but was too exhausted to ask. Once they were in their rooms with the doors closed, Tabitha heard the other girls walking in the hall and up the stairs next to the main Sigma house. She wondered what time or even what day it was. She was completely disoriented. She looked over at Amie and Amber who were lying on the bed. Amie looked up at Tabitha. “Come get some sleep, Tabbie,” Amie said, yawning. Tabitha curled up next to Amie, who was lightly caressing Amber’s chest. She looked at the back of her friend’s head, thinking about what she had gotten her into, and wondered what was going to happen next. The lights turned out and Tabitha quickly drifted to sleep. Initiation Your hands slowly slide over my shoulders and down my chest to tease my nipples. My body shudders beneath your hands and I arch my back pressing my breasts to you, begging for more. I grab your arms and cling to them for support and you grind your hips between my legs, the soft velvet teasing my wet lips. Passionately I moan your name softly. I am still clinging to your arms when you break our embrace to untie the cord that holds your own robe, and letting it fall to the ground you stand before me as the gods have intended. My hands slide up your arms to your shoulders and leaning into my embrace you kiss me again. Your mouth covers mine with an intensity we have never before shared. At first I am startled by the desperate desire I can feel emanating from you, but it quickly passes and I return your kiss with as much if not more ferocity. I suckle your tongue drinking your essence before biting your lower lip. Your mouth moves along my jaw to nibble and kiss my neck. Your hot breath on my neck and in my ear drives me to an even higher fevered pitch. Biting my neck you press your hips closer and I writhe in your arms, unable to control the flood of lust that has taken over me. In one fluid motion your hands cup my ass cheeks and pull me towards you, impaling me and lifting me from the altar. I grip your hips tightly with my knees as you begin to pump into and out of my hungry neither mouth. Moaning loudly as your hard cock slides deep into me and you begin to thrust wildly, I grasp desperately at your arms. Every nerve in my body is on edge as you lower me back onto the altar. Shakily I lay back hooking my feet behind your thighs as you begin thrusting into me. I wrap my arms around your neck as you lean over me and kiss my lips, then work your way to my neck again. Each hot kiss spurring me on, throwing my head back on the altar a sharp gasp of air tears from my throat. As your hot mouth covers my own again my whole body seems to come alive. A tingling sensation races up and down each limb, my spine. Too many sensations for me to focus on at once, and with a delirious feeling of release my hand grasp the back of your head, my legs tight around you, pulling you closer to me. The feeling of our bodies merging brings a primal howl from me, that is soon rivaled by your own. I can feel all the built up power courses through my entire body releasing into you. And before I can even focus on the feeling of floating, of leaving my body, your essence fills me with a sense of power that sent my body in to spasms of ecstasy and brings me rocketing back to earth with the awesome beauty of it. An eternity speeds by us, as still clinging to each other, we desperately try and slow the beating of our hearts, slow the deep gasping breaths. My whole body trembles and vibrates. You skin is searing hot on my own heating the rolling sweat to an incredible steam. I slide my hands down the back of your neck and drape them carelessly on your shoulders. I take in every line of your face, the graying goatee, the cleft in your chin, the fullness of your lips. But when our eyes meet, yours are no longer the clear blue magical gaze of my Master, my teacher, my friend. Instead, I see those of forest green and glazed over with sated hunger. The eyes of the Lord Cernunnos. Initiation by a Dozen Sharon was using some inheritance to get away for awhile and explore the dark, wild and kinky side of life. Before going to LA, she had gotten a clit hood ring and 2 nipple bars. With the right pair or panties the ring rubbed her clit arousing her. Her nipples were stayed stiffly aroused all the time. Sharon met some wealthy older guy who took her and some other chicks to Las Vegas to gamble and be arm candy. He paid for everything and expected sex in return, which Sharon was happy to give. Sharon met a bunch of music industry people who were staying in a big house overlooking the beach. Evidently several people just stayed there. The guy that owned it had a big party. She saw Lindsey Lohan making out with another chick. Several black music people were there too. A lot of rappers and a few porn stars at that same party, mostly chicks. One guy, a white porn star, she gave her cell number to. He asked her to go away for the weekend to Las Vegas. She went and they fucked and fucked a lot. His cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and she wasn't disappointed in the sex. She was sure he bruised her cervix but the pain was so worth it. From that party she'd also met some black rap people. Over the next few weeks she got invited to a few of their parties and had some wild sex; which led to her being invited to stay at this black rap star's mansion. He was supposed to be the next big huge superstar but his last release bombed and he really pissed off the record execs somehow. But she was there just at the height of his career. All kinds of drugs were always available, especially marijuana, X, coke, and H, and various pills, all the wine, champagne, alcohol and beer they wanted. She was one of several gorgeous white chicks he kept on hand. The first couple of weeks, she stayed with the black rap star, having sex with only him. She knew the drill from the other girls before she even came to stay there. He kept a girl for 2 weeks and after that she could stay only if she passed initiation to become a gang slut. That's when she did the initiation gangbang. Sharon told her rap guy that she looked forward to it but thought it would only be about 6 guys. Knowing ahead of time allowed her to prepare. Her stylist waxed her underarms, legs, labia, anus and trimmed her pubes into an arrow pointing down. Gave herself an enema and picked her outfit. She would be an all-white all-star tonight. White ribbon around her neck, white eye shadow, white lipstick, twin white garters, white titanium rings in each nipple, navel, clit hood & earrings, white fingernail polish and white heels. White cum in a white girl from black cocks would be coming soon. Sharon had taken X, darvocet and smoked a joint. As she descended the spiral stairway to the pool she saw there were more than 6 guys; 12 to be exact, all naked and already hard from other girls sucking them. All eyes were watching her decend. The rapper led her to a mirror on the pool's edge where he had some lines of coke. He had her squat over the mirror with her pussy lips hanging invitingly open. He got behind her so his hood could watch and slid a finger into her a few times to wet his finger, then rubbed it in the coke and had her pull her lips apart while he slid it back inside her. She shook her head and let out a squeal from the two lines of coke she took in her pussy. He laid out the rules of initiation to her. Each of the twelve guys would fuck her pussy and had to cum inside and then he wanted her to try and hold it in until all were done. She was laid on her back with a large pillow under her hips to let gravity keep her full. She laid back rubbing her pussy and clit to get wet. The first guy gave her pussy and ass a couple good squirts of KY, then one by one the twelve long hard black cocks punished her pussy hard and fast, thrusting deep when they came. She was rocked by orgasm after orgasm as her nipple rings were pulled and flicked over and over. She would open her eyes to find a cock hanging in her face to be sucked before it was his turn. Her screams of pleasure mixed with moans and pleas of 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' while shaking her head as if she was having a seizure. She had no idea how many cocks she had inside her seemingly lost in a fog. After the last guy filled her, the resident tattoo artist climbed up & tattooed "XII with a cum drop" on her pussy. The sharp needle shook her back to reality. , She watched proudly, cum was oozing out of her long swollen labias all while he tattooed her. Then they all gathered around to cheer while she squished the cum out and one guy took pictures. The rapper told them to wait. He told the most hung of his hood to sit on the couch beside her and told her this guy was going to fuck her ass. She couldn't say no. He pulled her legs back while another squirted KY in her ass, then he sat her on his cock. Her pussy lips were swollen and hanging wide open like butterfly wings below her little arrow trim pointing right to them. As his cock entered her ass, white cum gushed out of her pussy with each stroke all over his black balls puddling underneath. He had her hold her legs while he pulled on her nipple rings, bringing her to another orgasm. He fucked her for a long time while her lips dripped cum the whole time. Several of the guys got turned on and took turns fucking her in the ass dogstyle, sometimes one guy in front of her while she sucked him and shot cum in her mouth which she was told to swallow. Finally the rapper pushed her into the pool and told her to clean up laughing. After that night she was allowed to recover but soon wanted to party again. Sharon said that she had sex with 2 or more guys every day or night for 60 days (2 whole months) in a row. She found herself in several gangbangs; the biggest one was 7 guys in a band visiting from Brazil. She was amazed how really good at fucking they were and kept her in one continuous orgasm for more than 2 hours. A few times that night three guys were fucking her at once, but they mostly wanted her ass and several more than once. Sharon left LA soon after as things got weird and the rapper's popularity and money went south. Initiation By A Much Older Man 18yrs old, tall, slim, fair haired, good looking, and curious, standing at the urinals and reading the sexually explicit grafitti on the wall in front whilst slowly stroking himself to hardness. This was me many years ago, having given and received hand jobs, the thought of oral and anal was a little scary, and at that time illegal, and seeking a safe way to experiment further was becoming a persistent thought, not realising that today was to be the day. Into the cottage strolled an old gent, smart, and quite distinguished looking, he took his place a few feet away and whipped out a nice looking cock, but did not pee, just stroked, and looked across at mine. This for some reason excited me, and when he moved closer and took me in hand it was electric. Returning the favour he felt nice in my hand, when he said, it is not safe to stay here long, but I live just around the corner so would you like to follow me. Did I. Just 100 yards and we were into his home, very clean and smart if a little dated, he asked if I wanted a drink, or if I would like to go to the bedroom, I chose the later and followed him. He sat on the bed taking off his shoes and socks, then stood and stripped completely, he was slim and trim and walked to me as I realized that I was still fully dressed. He stripped me slowly leaving my pants till last then hugged me rubbing our cock together and feeling all over me, then slowly stooping to lick at my nipples, then all the way down, pulling my pants down as he went. His hand felt electric on me again, closely followed by that unbelievable first time a mouth took in my cock, I was still standing and my legs went weak and shaky so he pushed me back to lay on the bed. He got on the bed between my legs, and while kneading my arse he sucked me to oblivion, I had never imagined that sex could be so intense, and as i came back to earth I realised that he was still sucking on me, and I was getting hard again. At that age I could repeat numerous times in short time (oh, the joys of youth) and he asked if I would fuck him. What a question to a rampant youth. He could have done anything without asking at that moment. He lubed himself and bent over a chair, at the side of the room, I lined up behind him and slid slowly into him, this was much tighter than any of the girls I had fucked (or was ever to fuck) I grabbed his hips and went to town on him as he squeeled and begged for more, telling me it was the best fucking he'd had since he was twenty. Having so recently come, I was able to fuck that lovely tight hole for 15 minutes. If I had gone in there first I dont think I would have lasted much more than 3 strokes. When I came I thought I would never stop, then as he came and he clamped down on my cock I started shooting again as I collapsed onto his back. As we got our breath back I slipped out of him and we went back to the bed and just laid there, I fell asleep for awhile and was wakened by him sucking me and playing with my nipples. He had been and made a cup of tea for each of us, so we sat and chatted as we drank it. He told me he had seen me around and lusted after me but never thought it would happen, and that this was one of the happiest days of his life, and was it possible for me to stay longer. We had been there over 3 hours, and as it was only 2pm I was happy to stay a few more hours. After our drink he went straight back to my cock, then straddled me in the 69 possition and I felt a cock in my mouth for the first time. He was slightly larger than me in that department but was also circumcised like me and I found I was realy enjoying the experience, it did not take long despite my inexperience before he started to grow and twitch, and with a loud moan started to shoot his load into my mouth, the first couple of spurts hitting the back of my throat quite unexpectedly (this was a first for me) and the amount amazed me and with him still pumping I was choking to swallow it fast enough, I kept him in my mouth till he went soft, although I had still not come, he rolled off me and begged me to fuck him again, which sounded like a good idea to me so I did. He asked me to lay on my back, then lowered himself onto me, and he rode me like a pro. That was my intro. and was repeated numerous times until work took me to a different town, but I never lost my liking for older men.