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The Ritual
by Henrik Larsen (henlar@hotmail.nospam.com)

***

Mick's granddad always had a fantastic story to tell us 
when we were kids. There was one story in particular, 
which later was to become very special. It was the tale 
of an ancient pagan ritual that shaman performed in a 
sacred burial-place. The ritual was supposed to bring a 
good harvest for the coming season. (mf-teens, youths, 
1st, inc, oral)

***

You couldn't really call our village a village. It was 
more like congregation of houses. Nine to be precise. It 
wasn't too bad, though, there were a lot of kids and we 
usually had a good time. There was plenty of space, a 
stream were we could fish, a forest were we could play 
and fields were we could ride.

At fifteen, I didn't know much about girls, except that 
liked to look at them. I knew men and women made babies 
like the farm animals did. The man would put his dick 
into the woman's vagina and deposit his sperm there. I 
had never been told anything about masturbation, the 
clitoris, female orgasm, oral sex... or anything else 
for that matter. I didn't even know how the man was 
supposed to deposit his sperm. I knew my dick became 
hard, when I looked at a girl, but that was it. In other 
words, I didn't know the first thing about sex.

I had two sisters, Susanne, who was nine and Tina, who 
was fourteen. In the house next to ours lived Fred and 
Barney. Those were their nicknames, because they liked 
the cartoon "The Flintstones" very much. Fred was 
fourteen and Barney was ten. Then there were Joy, Alice 
and Louise. They were fifteen, thirteen and seven. And 
finally John, Mick and Sara. They were seventeen, 
fourteen and eleven. 

We usually played in small groups but sometimes, we were 
all together playing things like cowboys and Indians. 
That was fun, especially if John joined in. He was the 
oldest and he was so good at arranging things. He could 
make everybody participate, even Tina and Joy. I liked 
it when Joy was on the opposite team and I could capture 
her, but John nearly always caught her first. He had his 
special secret hiding-place for his prisoners. Sometimes 
he caught Tina instead and then I had my chance. 

I was attracted to Joy. Especially her tits. I had never 
seen them, you know, for real, but when they strained 
against her T-shirt, they looked magnificent.  When I 
had the luck to capture her, she would put up a fight, 
and sometimes her tits brushed against me. That could 
fill my dreams for days. Tina also had tits like Joy's, 
a little smaller, but she was my sister.

I did try to spy on her as often as I could, but never 
got a good chance to see anything and I couldn't really 
try anything with her, being my sister and all. Alice 
had grown a nice pair of small tits, but she still had 
the body of a child. But if I couldn't capture Joy, I 
went for Alice. Sara had only small bumps on her chest.

Normally, I teamed up with Mick and Fred. We could 
always find something to do, and if not, there was 
always Mick's granddad. He was an old, almost blind man 
with a big grey beard, who was the greatest storyteller 
ever. He always had a fantastic story to tell us, either 
from his days at sea or some tale of ancient times. 
Winter afternoons, all the kids often gathered around 
him to hear his stories. They were the nourishment of 
many of my childhood dreams. All the strange places he 
had been to, all the fantastic things he had 
experienced, and all the old folklore he knew. He would 
tell tales from the time of the Vikings.  There was an 
old burial-place in a forest near the village and it was 
the centre of many of the tales he told us. 

There was one story that particular winter, which later 
was to become very special. It was the tale of an 
ancient pagan ritual that shaman performed in the sacred 
burial-place. The ritual was supposed to bring a good 
harvest for the coming season. 

The old man would put tobacco in his pipe, slowly light 
it and exhale the first blue cloud of smoke, while his 
audience waited impatiently.

'In the spring, when the light and the heat of the sun 
returned, the seed was sown in the fields. It was at 
this time, at the first full moon, that the men would 
gather to perform the ancient ritual of fertility. They 
would come barefooted, with only a simple hide or piece 
of coarse cloth to cover their loins. The only women 
there would be three or four virgins dressed in white 
long dresses. They would gather around the megalith, 
which the ancients had placed there long before them. 
Nobody knew who or when it had been done. It was their 
sacred place, their church, where they worshiped their 
pagan gods.'

Granddad lit his pipe again, before he continued. 

'The shaman had made a magic brew for the men to drink 
before the beginning of the ritual. The cup would pass 
around until all the men had tasted the brew.  Then the 
shaman would begin to beat his drum. Slowly, the virgins 
would begin to move to the rhythm of his drum. The men 
formed a large circle, dancing around the virgins. 

'The beat of the drum would grow faster and louder. The 
young men of the tribe, the ones who had just been 
initiated in the rites and had just become men, would 
dance closer to the virgins. Along with the shaman, they 
would help the virgins into a trance, so that they could 
talk to the gods. The young men would tear the symbol of 
winter, the white dresses, off the virgins, these 
symbols of the fertile earth, and prepare them to 
receive the seed.' 

Granddad always made a pause here and we would sit 
there, holding back our breath, waiting for him to 
continue.

'The fire would symbolise the sun, giving light and heat 
to the plants, the young men's hands would symbolise the 
rain, which is so vital for the seed to germinate. Their 
hands would touch every part of the young girl's bodies 
to ensure the good start of the seed. Turning and 
twisting, the virgins would receive the rain as they 
continued to dance to the rhythm of the drum, until the 
earth was saturated and ready for the seeds. 

'The young men would join the older men in the circle 
dancing around the virgins. The shaman entered the 
circle, beating his drum, swaying around the young 
girls, who were now close to the revelations of the 
gods. He would bless them as the ancient rites 
described. The rites were handed down to him from the 
old shaman, maybe his father. It was a secret rite, only 
fully known by the shaman.'

Again he would have to light his pipe.

'Now they would all be in a state of anticipation and 
tension. They would tear their loincloth off and dance 
closer and closer to the ecstatic virgins. Some would 
cast their seed on the fertile ground, which was 
prepared for them. By now, the virgins would now be so 
close to going into trance, that the men would have to 
support them, carry them, help them for the last bit of 
the way. 

'The girls would shudder and moan and their eyes would 
roll until they collapsed in trance. As they 
communicated with the gods, they would receive the seeds 
from the chosen men. They would swallow it and bathe 
their body in it. If one of the girls failed to enter 
into the trance, the men would touch her, prepare all 
parts of her again and again, until she too collapsed in 
trance.'

'Once they were out of the trance, the men would carry 
the virgins to the stream and rinse them and purify 
them. It could be dangerous for the girls, if the gods 
didn't leave them after the trance. Then the ritual was 
over.'

We heard the story several times that winter. Granddad 
always told his stories more than once. Some of his own 
favourites were told again and again, until we knew them 
by heart.     

Winter turned to spring and life went on as usual. The 
fields were sown as usual, but from mid-April, we got a 
warm, dry spell. After three weeks our fathers was 
looking worried. If we didn't get some rain soon, it 
might damage the crop. In a way, that wasn't unusual. 
There was always something threatening the crop. Not 
enough rain, too much rain, too cold, too windy. They 
were always complaining about something. But this time, 
John called all the "old" kids together to a meeting: 
Joy, Alice, Tina, Sara, Mick, Fred and me.

John was very serious.

'We have a problem. The crops need rain. If we don't get 
rain now, the corn will die. I have a suggestion. It 
will be a full moon in a couple of days and we could 
perform the old fertility-ritual, that granddad told us 
about.'

'But none of us knows how they did it.' Someone said.

'I know but I have secretly talked to Granddad, and he 
knows more than he has told you. You should never tell 
this to anybody but he has told me the secrete rites of 
the shaman. So I think we can do it, if we want to.'

Alice and Tina were a bit worried.

'Will we have to be naked?' They asked.

'We will perform the ritual according to the tale. We 
must all do our part to help our parents. We do all want 
to help, don't we?'

'Well, yes. Of course. But... what if the gods don't 
leave us after the trance? What do we do then?'

'Don't worry. Granddad has told me everything. But we 
have to keep it a secret.'

'Mom won't allow me to stay out till midnight.' Said 
Sara.

Sara was the youngest of us, but at the same time, I'm 
sure most of our parents would have objected to the idea 
of our staying out so late.

'We don't have to wait until midnight. I have another 
plan. You remember when we camped in the forest one 
night last summer. I suggest we do that again. That way 
we can easily do the ritual without anybody ever 
knowing,' said John. He had thought of everything.

'We can start building shelters today. We should build 
them near the clearing,' he continued. 'We all want to 
help, don't we?'

There were no protests, only a few anxious looks from 
the girls. But we all wanted to help our parents.

We didn't have any problem with our parents. They 
weren't too happy about the fire, but John told them we 
would be very careful, so they finally accepted the 
idea. In two day, we had put up enough shelters for a 
small army to sleep in. We had also made the loin-
clothes for the boys and the girls had made dresses. 
John had talked a lot with Joy, and she was preparing 
the girls for the ritual.

Friday afternoon, we took blankets, food and drink to 
the campsite and cooked dinner over the open fire. There 
was a bit of anxiety and a lot of excitement in the air, 
as we waited for nightfall. John had assured us that 
everything was all right, but it still seemed a little 
dangerous. 

Joy had gathered the girls and gone somewhere to 
prepare. We boys were restless and wanted to get things 
started. Finally, after what felt like hours, John told 
us to put on the loincloths and get ready to go to the 
burial-site. He led the way with his torchlight. The 
moon had only just started to rise and the soft light 
that came down through the trees was not enough to 
enable us to find our way. 

We walked silently towards the burial-site. None of us 
spoke. The silence was only disturbed by the distant 
sound of an owl, hooting. Every now and then, one of us 
stepped on a dry twig or small branch. The sound if it 
breaking was very loud. 

Soon, we began to smell the fire and a moment later, we 
could hear murmering. It was kind of spooky. The voices 
sounded so close, yet we couldn't see anything.  The 
forest floor around the burial-site was covered densely 
with scrubs. That, in turn, prevented us from seeing the 
fire until we were 20 feet or less from the site. 

I could smell a damp smell. I think John had poured 
water on the ground, around where he had placed the 
fire, to avoid sparks setting the dry forest on fire.  

When we got there, the girls were there already, dressed 
in white. John had prepared a fire, which the girls had 
lit just before we got there. It was cracking and the 
flames had really taken hold. The girls stood close 
together on the other side of the fire. Their white 
dresses reflected the flickering light from the fire and 
it looked like their dresses were flowing around them.

John produced a bottle and a shallow cup from god knows 
where. He poured the contents of the bottle into the cup 
and handed it to me. It had a strong, awful taste, but 
we were supposed to be men, so I drank some and passed 
it on, to Mick. I could see he didn't like it either, 
but like me he didn't say anything.  Joy had another 
cup, which the girls drank something from.

By the look on their faces, it didn't taste as bad as 
ours did. Mick passed the cup to Fred, who almost choked 
when he tried to drink. He survived and passed the cup 
back to John, who drank. He put the cup away and picked 
up a homemade drum, which he could hang over his 
shoulder. We all knew what was going to happen. 

In ancient times, they would probably have been at least 
twenty men. We were only four, which made it difficult 
to form a circle around the girls. We began to dance 
around the girls. Alice and Tina looked embarrassed, but 
they swayed to the drum too. I must admit it felt a bit 
strange dancing around almost naked, at night in the 
forest, but after a while, I was beginning to feel the 
beat of the drum and relaxed. 

In the flickering light from the fire, things all looked 
so unreal; like something out of a movie. The girls were 
standing in the same spot, swaying from side to side. 
When they were between me and the fire, I could get 
glimpses of their figure, through the thin cloth of 
their dresses. 

An excitement was beginning to grow in me and I was 
really getting into it now.

The girls were really getting into it too. They were 
relaxed, moving uninhibitedly, running their hands up 
and down over their bodies. 

I looked at Alice's eyes as I passed her. They were 
fixed on my body. The fire made her eyes glow, as if 
they were trying to penetrate my loincloth. I hadn't 
noticed before, but now I became aware of the state of 
my dick. It raised the cloth from my crotch. I was 
embarrassed at first, but when I looked at the other 
boys, they showed the same excitement. I guess it was 
supposed to be like that or it might have been the magic 
brew that helped me get rid of my embarrassment. 

*

John was humming as he beat the drum harder. I think the 
girls were humming to, but it might have been my ear 
deceiving me. John moved closer to the girls and we 
followed him. Closer and closer we danced, until I could 
feel the girls breath as I passed them. John's humming 
had turned into some kind of strange song or reciting of 
words. I couldn't understand any of it until he said:

'Free the earth of the winter's grip. Melt the ice and 
snow.'

That had to be the sign for us to start taking the 
dresses off the girls. John had told us to take them 
off, instead of ripping them, because we might have to 
repeat the ritual tomorrow night, if the rain didn't 
come. 

I was closest to Sara. She raised her arms over her head 
to let me take of her dress. I was a bit disappointed. I 
had hoped for Joy or Alice, but I pulled the dress over 
Sara's head ad looked at her body. Her tits were small 
bumps, only the size of a mosquito-sting, that you have 
scratched,  or a plum, if you know what I mean; not much 
like real tits. 

John was still beating the drum, leaving only one hand 
free, so he couldn't help in undressing the girls. That 
meant Joy was still dressed. I moved to her quickly and 
helped her out of her dress. As I did, my hands brushed 
over her tits. They were even bigger than I thought. 
Like grapefruits. I forgot all about what I was doing, I 
just starred at her tits. I had never seen anything like 
this. 

Joy wiggled her arms to make me pull the dress over her 
head. I had to tear my eyes away from her tits and help 
her out. Freed from the restraint of the dress, she 
swayed in front of me so close I could feel the heat 
radiating from her body. Joy was shorter than I was, 
with long, thick red hair and green eyes. As we dance 
away from the girls, I looked down and saw the hair on 
her crotch. I had grown some hair around my dick in the 
last year too. I looked at the other girls. Both Tina 
and Alice had a little hair in the crotch. As far as I 
could tell in the dim light, Sara's crotch was bare. I 
had a funny feeling in my stomach and my dick was so 
hard.  

John danced closer to the girls. His free hand touched 
Joy's face, then passed down to her tits. Joy looked 
like she was about to go into trance already.  John's 
hand moved lower, passing over her stomach to her 
crotch. Joy let him touch her crotch. It actually looked 
like she rubbed herself on his hand. 

After a few seconds, John moved on to Tina, my sister. 
Tina's tits were smaller than Joy's and John could cover 
one completely with his hand. She spread her legs, when 
John's hand touched her tits, like she wanted him to 
move to her crotch fast. She swayed with her head tilted 
back and when his hand spread the folds in her crotch, 
she let out a high pitched moan. I was afraid he had 
hurt her, but judging from Tina's movements, she was all 
right.

John then moved on to Sara, his own sister. It didn't 
seem to bother either of them, that they were brother 
and sister. John touched her in the same way he had 
touched Tina and Joy, and the reactions were the same. 
When he pulled his hand from her crotch, I noticed it 
was glistening like it was wet. I wondered if one of the 
girls had peed on his hand, but the ground under them 
was dry, so it couldn't be that. Alice was last. Her 
tits were the same size as Tina's, but where Tina's had 
black fuzz in her crotch, Alice was blonde. It looked 
like she almost didn't have any hair down there, but I 
think she had more than Tina did.  It was just thin and 
almost transparent.

John finished preparing Alice. He danced back and 
motioned us to dance closer. I could hardly wait to 
touch the girls. As we danced around them, we reached 
out and tried to touch them. It was like electricity was 
going through my body, as my fingers brushed Alice's 
nipples the first time. We got closer and my hands felt 
the smooth skin. I couldn't tell which girl had the 
smoothest skin, they were all like silk and satin. My 
hands eagerly touched all the girls. At first, I went 
for their tits. Joy's bouncing tits were soft with 
fairly big hard nipples. Alice and Tina's tits were 
firmer and their nipples smaller. Their tits didn't 
bounce like Joy's; there were only quivers when they 
moved. 

When Joy was opposite John, he danced in front of her. I 
was content with that, since Alice was in front of me. 
Now I had time to explore more of her body. I ran my 
hands down over her stomach and up over her back. We 
were standing close, so close my loincloth touched her 
stomach, where my dick made it stick out. Her round 
bottom felt good in my hands. I moved behind her to look 
at her bottom.  The way her buttocks moved as she 
twisted her body was fabulous. I kneaded it with both 
hands while I worked up the courage to touch her crotch.

I moved lower and caressed her slim thighs. Her inner 
thigh was the smoothest thing I had ever felt. Slowly I 
moved around to the front again. My hands drifted 
upwards towards the forbidden part of her body. 

I knelt in front of her to see what a girl looked like 
down there and, when my fingers touch her crotch, a 
shiver went through her body. I only touched it very 
lightly, feeling the hair tickling my fingers, but Alice 
lowered herself to make real contact with my finger. I 
didn't have time to react, so my fingers slipped between 
the folds of her crotch. It was very warm and moist. It 
was like sticking my fingers into her mouth; wet and 
warm. 

I knew there was an entrance to her inner female part 
somewhere behind the spongy folds, but it couldn't be 
big, because I could feel a bone behind the delicate 
folds. Alice moved her hips in a way that made my 
fingers slide back and forth between her folds. There 
was a small, hard nub at the top between the two big 
folds. When my fingers touched that nub, Alice purred. 
Apparently she like it a lot when I touched it. 

The obvious pleasure Alice got from my fingers made me 
bolder. I parted the folds with my other hand to reveal 
the pink skin behind them. I could see the little nub in 
the top of the cleft. Under it were two puffy folds. 
When I parted them, I could see what had to be the 
entrance to her vagina. I knew what the bull did, when 
the cows were going to get pregnant. And I knew that it 
was almost the same with humans. But the hole looked so 
small, too small for anything bigger than a finger to 
enter. I put this out of my mind and concentrated on the 
nub.

The more I touched it, the more Alice moaned. Her legs 
were beginning to tremble and suddenly she sat down on 
her knees with her legs under her and arched her body 
back. I could see a rippling in the stomach muscles. Now 
she was going into the trance. To be honest, I had had 
doubts about whether we could get the girls to go into a 
trance, but now I could see that it worked. She 
shuddered and her stomach looked like she was going to 
throw up. She pushed my hand away and I stood up and 
looked at her. 

John had apparently also made Joy go into trance. He 
stood up too and pulled his loincloth off. His dick was 
as hard as mine was. Fred was still fondling Tina's tits 
and Mick was kneeling in front of Sara with both hands 
in her crotch. I looked back at John and Joy. Joy was 
now sitting on her knees in front of John.  She starred 
at his hard dick. Her hand reached out and folded around 
the shaft and I could hardly believe it, when she opened 
her mouth and pulled John's dick into it. 

Her lips closed around the shaft of his dick. I was 
stunned. Joy moved his dick in and out of her mouth. Now 
it was me who was in a trance; I just stood and starred 
at them with my eyes wide open. 

I didn't notice anything around me until I felt 
something warm touch my dick. I looked down and saw 
Alice kneeling in front of me. Her eyes were shining in 
the flickering light, as she starred at my dick, which 
she held in her hand. I was unable to move a muscle. Her 
head came closer. When she opened her mouth, I knew she 
was going to do what her sister did to John. My dick 
entered her soft mouth.  A fantastic feeling grew in my 
loins. When she began to move her head back and forth, 
the foreskin was pulled back and the sensitive head was 
exposed to her hot mouth and wet tongue. 

It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. An 
extremely pleasant feeling spread from my crotch. My 
dick jerked and the feeling kind of spread throughout my 
body. Alice looked very surprised and pulled my dick out 
of her mouth. Some white stuff came out of my dick and 
splashed out on her face. More white stuff splashed out 
on her face and chest. God, it felt so good. I closed my 
eyes and enjoyed the feeling, until it subsided and my 
dick stopped squirting white stuff out. 

I looked down at Alice again. She looked totally 
baffled. White stuff was running down her body. This 
white stuff had to be sperm. So this was how it got out. 
I didn't get time to think about it before John told us 
to shift one place.  Alice eagerly took John's dick in 
her mouth. I moved to Sara, who was still lying on the 
ground. It didn't look like she was in trance yet, so I 
knelt between her legs and parted her folds with my 
hand. Apart from the lack of hair, Sara's crotch looked 
a lot like Alice's crotch. I found the little nub and 
rubbed. 

Sara reacted in much the same way as Alice had and, 
after a minute, she went into trance too. I was very 
proud, that I could get the girls to go into trances. 
Sara quickly sat up and grabbed my dick. Although it 
wasn't as hard as before, Sara had seen what Alice and 
Joy had been doing and she leaned over my legs and took 
my dick into her mouth. It felt almost painful at first, 
but it didn't take long before it felt good again. Sara 
was very eager and moved her head fast up and down. My 
dick grew harder, but again John told us to move to the 
next. 

I had noticed that Tina had gone into trance. She was 
kneeling and ready to grab my dick as I stood in front 
of her. A little bit of white stuff was dripping from 
the corner of her mouth. My sister took my dick into her 
mouth. She had a different way of doing it. Instead of 
move her head so much, she sucked on it and let her 
tongue circle around the head. It felt great too. I 
wanted to feel her too, so I pulled her up and knelt in 
front of her. 

To my surprise, she turned around and bent over with 
wide spread legs and her hands on her knees. Her crotch 
was wide open. I could see the entrance to her vagina 
and even her tiny hole, you know, her asshole. I could 
see everything clearly in the flickering light from the 
fire. Small droplets of fluid were glistening in the 
fuzzy hair and on her puffy folds. There was a distinct 
aroma coming from her pussy as I moved in closer to see 
it all. 

Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my neck, pushing 
my mouth into my sister's crotch. I guess it must have 
been John's hand. 

As my lips touched the pink folds, I head John whisper.

'Use your tongue on her joy button.'

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I stuck my tongue out 
and tasted her. It tasted strange. Not like anything I 
had tasted before. But it didn't taste bad or anything. 
My tongue was in the opening of her vagina, so I tried 
to insert it a little further into her. I couldn't 
really. I thought about what John had said; her "joy 
button". I guessed he meant the little nub. 

My tongue ventured down until I could feel it. Tina 
moaned and her knees gave in. She fell down on her hands 
and knees. I followed her down and found her nub again. 
It made her moan again, louder than before. Her moans 
turn into a humming, which again changed to whining. Her 
legs spread wider and wider. After a couple of minutes, 
she was lying on the ground with her bottom pushed up 
and her legs spread absurdly. She squirmed under me and 
went into trance again. 

Tina lay motionless on the ground. John urged me to move 
on to Joy. Sara was bobbing her head up and down over 
John's dick. I didn't know if John had deposited any 
sperm on or in any of the girls, but suddenly he 
groaned. Sara's eyes opened wide as she felt the fluid 
pump into her mouth. Despite his hands on the back on 
her head, she managed to pull her mouth from her 
brother's dick and his sperm splashed out on her face. 
She closed her eyes tight and let the sperm rain over 
her. 

Joy also wanted to go into trance again. She lay on her 
back and motioned me to do like I had done to Tina. 
Before I lay down between her thighs, I looked over at 
Fred and Mick. Fred had his dick in Alice's mouth. He 
was standing with closed eyes and pushing his hips 
forward. Mick was just standing starring at the scenery. 
His dick was limb, so I guess he had deposited his 
sperm. Tina was still lying on the ground. I dived 
between Joy's full thighs. She was short, so I could 
easily reach up and touch her tits as I licked her nub. 
Joy was wilder than the other girls were. She moaned 
loud and twisted her hips. I had to let go of her tits 
and put my arms around her thighs instead to hold on to 
her. 

She was really into it. I was afraid I was hurting her, 
but she had her hands on the back of my head, pulling me 
into her crotch. 

'Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!' She chanted. 

I wasn't sure if she was in trance or not. I just kept 
licking until she closed her thighs around my head and 
lifted her body off the ground, resting only on her head 
and feet. Just before she collapsed, she released my 
head. 

I got up and looked around. Mick had regained his 
composure now and was lying with his head between Sara's 
skinny legs. John was resting after the shower he gave 
his sister. Tina was sitting with Fred's dick in her 
mouth and Alice was watching Tina and Sara with a hungry 
look on her face. I watch Alice for a while. I loved her 
tits and the way they had quivered when she moved.

She was sitting with her hand in her crotch, moving it 
slowly between the folds. Her hand moved faster as she 
watched the two other girl's activities. It looked like 
she was going to put herself into trance. 

I had enjoyed the way Alice had made me spurt out my 
sperm with her mouth. I got up and stood in front of 
her. She opened her mouth and took in almost half my 
dick. She still rubbed her own crotch, but her other 
hand moved up along my inner thigh, to my crotch, and 
began to play with my balls. That felt good. I wanted to 
touch her lovely small tits again, so I leaned a little 
forward to reach them. They were so soft and still so 
firm. In a way, they felt better than Joy's tits. 

When Alice went into trance again, she forgot all about 
my dick for a moment.  But, as soon as it was over, she 
went back to it, caressing my crotch and balls with both 
hands, while bobbing her head faster and deeper over my 
dick than ever before. 

I could feel the same tension raise in my loins as 
before, when she had made my dick spurt, earlier. It 
didn't happen so fast and unexpected this time. I tried 
to hold it back, because it felt so good, but every time 
my dick was pressed into her mouth, the foreskin was 
pulled back and the head was exposed to her tongue and 
sometimes the back of her mouth. 

The tension grew and grew until I couldn't hold back any 
longer. It was more like an eruption this time and it 
kind of felt better. Alice didn't pull it out. She let 
it spurt inside her mouth, which made it feel better 
still. I had expected her to spit out my sperm 
afterwards. She didn't, she swallowed it! I was stunned. 
I mean, it came out of the same place were my pee comes 
out. But she swallowed it and looked like she liked it.   

Fred had sprayed his load all over Tina's face and 
chest. Sara was trying to recover from the trance Mick 
had sent her into. Joy and John were sitting, watching 
the whole thing. We all looked exhausted. John said it 
was time for the purification in the stream nearby. It 
was only twenty metres or so and the moon was up now, so 
we didn't need the torchlight. 

The water in the shallow stream was cold and the girls 
definitely didn't want to get into it. There was a lot 
of laughing and scuffling, which led to the result that 
we all ended up in the cold water. My dick shrivelled, 
but Alice's nipples got rock hard. Strange. 

We hurried out of the cold water, but we didn't have 
anything to dry ourselves with, so instead we rubbed 
heat into each other, with our hands. Alice and I rubbed 
each other. That felt really good. Even though I rubbed 
her tits a lot, her nipples remained hard. We rushed 
back to our campsite and put some clothes on before we 
went under the blankets. I think I fell asleep in 
seconds. 

*

A week or two later, John told me, that the ritual thing 
was only a set-up in order to have some fun with the 
girls. I was shocked at first, but I was grateful too. I 
had liked it a lot. I asked him if any of the others 
knew. 

He had told Joy too. She had been mad at him at first, 
but after she had thought about it, she had just 
laughed. The two of them had fooled around a lot after 
that. I badly wanted to do more with Alice, so I ask 
John if Joy could tell Alice. He promised, and Joy told 
her the same day. It meant the beginning of a wonderful 
summer, but that is a different story that I might tell 
another time. 

Even though it seemed like he fooled me, I wasn't quite 
convinced. You see, when we woke up the morning after we 
had performed the ritual, it was pouring rain. 

And it kept on raining for a week after that.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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