The girl in the dressing gown opened the door. She went in. The room was
quite small, it was warm and well lit.
There was nothing special about it. Just a room in a house. Could have been
someone’s living room. If there had been living room furniture.
But what had she expected? A secret society? A temple? Or a dungeon? Bizarre
artifacts, burning candles?
Sinister gowns and ceremonial masks? An ancient book on an altar? Spells and
chants? Chains and dildos?
None of that was here. Why did they call it the Ritual anyway?
There had been boys..
Mike Buckley. The captain of the football team. The school’s number one hunk.
Big, tall, strong.
The hypnotizing blue eyes. The irresistible smile.
She sometimes got wet just staring at him, fantasizing how it would be if he
would ask her out.
He’d take her in his car to some place where it’s nice and quiet..
She knew her legs would just fail on her if he would only look at her and smile.
But he never did. She wasn’t sure if he had ever noticed her. Probably not. He
could get any girl he wanted.
And he did. The cheerleaders. The fashion dolls. Even some of the brainy chicks
too. They all fell for him.
For his paralyzing smile, and his natural raw masculinity. He was the perfect
And Tim. Good old Timothy Van Duuren. It seems as if they had known each other
all their lives.
He was a nice boy, Tim. A good friend. But he was the total opposite of Mike
Buckley. He was even more shy than she was.
Hadn’t they thought of having sex, as they both came of age? Maybe she had toyed
with the idea. Oh and he surely must have.
But to actually make the move.. that would be unthinkable.
She smiled. It would have been just awkward, she and Tim. No, Tim was not what
She wanted more.
Then there were the boys that she had met on holidays, or just some other place,
Some were silly. Some were funny. To some, she actually felt physically
attracted. But there was always something in between.
Some reason why it couldn’t be. There was no time. Or no occasion. Or they had a
girlfriend. Or she had her periods. Or, they just didn’t make the move..
Anyway, it just didn’t happen.
So now she’s here. She knew this was going to happen.
Though it was never talked about, everybody seemed to know about the Ritual.
When she first heard them mention it, she thought it was just a joke.
Like you have ‘virgin’ painted on your forehead, and people just had to make
lame puns and insinuations.
But then she heard other people, trustworthy people, mention it too. And she
realized it wasn’t a joke.
It was true. The Women. The calling. The Ritual. It was all real.
At first, she resented the thought. She was uncomfortable, a bit scared even.
She had been thinking up well-founded reasons to refuse the calling.
She had found at least seven. What right had these people anyway, to decide on
her private concerns? She did not want a Ritual.
She wanted to have it the ‘natural way’. She wasn’t ready.
But as time went by, and nothing changed in that part of her life, her feelings
about it evolved from resentment to acceptance, and from acceptance to ..
And when her seventeenth birthday arrived, she found herself strangely looking
forward to it. With a vague mix of curiosity, excitement, and yes, a little
But still waters run deep. Most of all, she was filled.. with a burning desire.
She wondered how they knew. The Women. Where did they get this kind of
information? Were they tracking all teens of the community? Every step along the
Did they have meetings on which they discussed kids’ personal lives? Did they
have charts on which they had it all pinned out – this one is still virgin, this
She thought of Tim again. Oh he was still a virgin for sure. She wondered if
there was a Ritual for boys too. And what it would be like for them.
Maybe they just hired some old prostitute to take the young boys for their first
ride? She could almost see poor Tim standing there, in his briefs,
a skinny, shy boy with red cheeks, his glasses all foggy..
Was there actually a council of Men too? Somehow it seemed unlikely. She had
never heard of it anyway.
However, the Women were there. And they knew, about her. And they had decided
she was ready. And she knew she was.
There were only two people in the room as she walked in. Both women. No men?
A slim, tall blonde woman was leisurely waiting on something that looked like a
luxury bar stool. 30-something, she guessed.
The sporty type. Quite muscular, even. Fitness freak, probably spends a lot of
time working out at the health center.
The lady sitting in the comfy leather sofa seemed older. Mid-fourties? Pushing
50? She couldn’t tell.
About her mother’s age, she tought. But this lady looked so much more beautiful
than her mother.
She was a graceful woman. Upper class. Refined, and elegant. And well-preserved.
The girl that had brought her in the room now closed the door and dropped her
gown. Underneath it she was naked.
She couldn’t have been much older than 25. She had short, white hair. And a
The other two women wore expensive-looking lingerie. The tall blonde wore a
delicate violet silk chiffon set.
A beautifully designed see-through tanga, the waiste bands elongated at the side
ends accentuated her long legs.
And a demi-brassiere with flower-patterned lace lining, behind which she could
see the nipples, pointing up as if they were
eagerly looking to escape from there with any next movement of the woman’s body.
The lady on the couch wore a silky red g-string that basically hid nothing from
the eye at all.
Looking around wonderingly, her eyes unwittingly wandered between the lady’s
Through the thin fabric she could see the lady had fairly big inner labia,
protruding from a soft, smoothly shaved vagina.
Her large breasts in a frivolous bra of the same almost transparent material
that reveiled her big, dark areolas.
And there she stood, in her plain white underwear - cheap bra and silly, classic
While she had felt naked after she had stripped down to her undies, now,
standing in this room with almost naked women, she almost felt overdressed.
Like someone standing in shirt and long johns at the side of a public swimming
She almost had an impulse to take it all off. And just be naked. Like them.
She looked at their faces. Who were these people? She had never seen any of them
They seemed friendly. All of them. The lady on the couch smiled at her. A warm,
Nobody spoke. But it wasn’t a cold, awkward silence, where every word, every
suppressed cough, every sound you make seems terribly out of place.
This silence was a warm silence. An absence of talk because words were simply
Were this the Women? Were they only three? Or was there more of them?
Somehow it was not what she had expected.
But then again, what had she expected? A gathering of wrinkled old ladies, their
eyes upon her young body
like vultures that circle above a still living prey, waiting for the last signs
of life to finally die out so they could tear and feast on the fresh dead meat?
Cold stares full of despise – not because she was a virgin, or because she was
standing there in her underwear,
but because they all are burning with envy over her pretty young body and her
That old maiden type of which you would be certain they had surely needed this
Ritual – and it probably had been their first
and only encounter with a man’s penis, never to get near one again.
But the women in this room were the opposite of that. They looked at her with
such kindness, it made her feel so unexpectedly at ease.
Her worries and fears had melted away unnoticed, and she now felt totally
comfortable, welcome. She felt great.
Her face showed a relieved smile, filled with excitement.
The naked girl gently took her to the blonde woman on the stool. The blonde
looked at her, at her face, then smiled into her eyes,
and as she had put a gentle hand in her hair and pulled her close, she kissed
her on the cheek and whispered “Come..”
The blonde made her sit on on her lap. There she sat, on the woman’s sturdy
legs, the blonde’s warm arms embracing her, caressing her.
This touching felt good. She relaxed, and really enjoyed the caresses. The lady
in the couch watched. And as their eyes met for a brief moment, she smiled.
The blonde woman now unstrapped her bra. It startled her a little, when she felt
these fingers undo the clasp. Just a little. But she knew why she was here.
Where she was going. And she now felt excitement. She laid back her head as she
felt how the bra straps slid off her shoulders.
With the bra gone, she pushed back her shoulders, pushing up her perky breasts,
and her nipples, that had grown big and hard.
She let the warm hands touch and explore her body. She felt she was getting
moist, and it excited her. Then, the naked girl started to softly kiss her
Her mouth found its way to a nipple, and started lovingly licking and sucking
it. Two more hands were all over her breasts, caressing them, kneading them.
The other hands had, almost unnoticed, been sliding down her body, stroking her
belly, her hips, her legs.
A small shock went through her body as she suddenly felt one hand, firm and
directly on her vagina.
Before she had the time to wonder what the hand was going to do, it started
rubbing her sex, softly pushing the fabric between her labia.
Through her panties she felt it searching and touching her clit. The caresses
and the rubbing and the kissing continued,
and as the hand between her legs was doing its delightful task, she felt her
panties get really wet.
She wondered if the hands would notice the wetness – and they did. They softly
pushed her thighs apart, spreading her legs.
The blonde woman, in a soft voice, told the others “Look how wet she is”.
The naked girl stopped her hand- and mouth activities for a moment, stepped
back, and admired her wet panty crotch.
The lady in the sofa looked, then smilingly nodded.
They had her stand up on her feet again. And while the lady closely watched, the
naked girl crouched and pulled down her wet panties.
There she stood, now naked. And it felt wonderful. Apart from excited, she felt
liberated. Totally accepted. She just felt no shame at all.
She was halfway to where she was going, and she was totally ready to continue
She took her place on the blonde’s lap again, and the caressing and licking
The woman now had her legs further apart, so her legs, that were on the outside,
were now totally spread open.
And so was her pussy. She could feel it. Feel the air on her wet lips. She was
very aware of the others seeing it.
And somehow she was totally comfortable with that. Blushing with excitement, she
was now only longing, top to toe.
Burning, and longing for more. She didn’t need to hide, didn’t want to hide
anything anymore. She was open.
The woman’s experienced hands now had full access. They caressed her labia,
rubber her clit.
Touched every single spot, sensitive and receptive.
She felt waves of intense, hot pleasure running through her body as she
delivered herself to these loving, knowing hands.
Then the hands slowed down, and the naked girl also stopped caressing her body.
The girl approached her face, looked her in the eyes with a glow of passion.
Slightly opening her luscious lips, showing the tip of her tongue, she slowly
got closer. And then, the eyes closed, and the girl passionately kissed her on
Her breath faltered, and her heart accelerated. She had not expected this.
The girl’s full lips pressed against hers, the tongue was exploring her mouth,
searching for her tongue.
She hesitatingly responded to the kiss, insecure, not really knowing what to
think or what to do.
Then the girl pulled back quite decisively, and turned back to kissing her
nipples and breasts.
The girl’s kisses went all the way down, over her breasts, over her tummy, down
to her belly button, which she gave a sensual lick with the tip of her tongue.
Then down she went, pressing kisses on her mons pubis. The girl kissed her curly
hairs, and suddenly, she felt a shock of embarassment.
Why hadn’t she thought of removing at least a part of her pubic hair? She now
felt a bit stupid, among these women
who were clearly all neatly groomed down there.
But the naked girl continued her way down without any hesitation, kissing her
hairy mons, caressing her thighs with her hands.
Then, she buried the face in her open vagina, and started licking in there.
What a sensation this was! This warm, soft, wet tongue, moving around in her
vulva, licking her inner labia, licking her clit, tickling it with the tip of
Taking the inner labia in her mouth, softly nibbling and sucking them. Licking
and sucking her clit again. She could never have imagined this feeling!
Now the tip of the tongue was sliding down her vulva, slowly, finding her
opening, licking around it. Then, she felt the tongue going in.
She was getting fucked by a warm, licking, swirling tongue!
The tongue came out again and the tip licked its way back up to her clit,
touching and teasing every little spot along the way.
When it reached her clit, the naked girl took her whole pussy in her mouth and
sucked and licked it frantically.
She started moaning, and bucking her hips.
Then the naked girl retreated.
This seemed the sign for the blonde’s hands to really start working her vagina.
Gentle but strong fingers were now everywhere, rubbing her clit, pushing her
lips aside, pulling, rubbing and stretching them.
Fingertips mercilessly tapping her throbbing clit. Finding their way through her
slit, discovering her opening, and sliding in there.
These fingertips examining her wet opening made her go crazy. She had to start
moving, pushing her heated body into the expert hands.
A finger went in all the way, and slowly started fucking her, while the other
hand had two fingers pushing against her clit, grinding it.
She opened up, she totally surrendered to these hands, and these feelings of
intense, hot, horny pleasures that were gushing through her body.
She had closed her eyes, breathing heavily, moaning, and moving by the rhythm of
the hands’ caresses.
She had no cares, no thoughts anymore. She was only body. Hot, wet, sizzling.
Pulsing, breathing, dripping.
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