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The New Year's Virgin Sacrifice Party
by Johndough (address withheld)

***

A fraternity New Year's Eve party goes awry when the 
guest of honor as Sam's flight is unavoidably delayed 
from Florida. Then the club President's 14-year-old 
sister, "Sam", unexpectedly drops in to visit and is 
mistaken as the guest of honor. It's a Frat House and a 
ritual orgy, what else can I say. (M+/f-teen, 1st, inc, 
gb, orgy)

***

Max Thurston was the current president of Alpha Kappa 
Kappa fraternity and so it fell to him to supply a 
willing virgin for the annual New Year's Eve party and 
its ritual midnight sacrifice of a virgin to 40 horny 
college cocks upon the bed on the altar of sex. He had 
finally succeeded in mid December when his girlfriend at 
Beta Gamma Epsilon sorority had recommended one of their 
freshmen members named Samoa Barnes. Samoa had come from 
a small town where her intellect had left her labeled as 
a geek or a nerd and, while she was popular and socially 
involved, unable to get dates with anyone she wanted.

At college she looked forward to exploring her sexuality 
and sex itself. When she entered puberty she had read 
Margaret Mead's study of sex and adolescent girls in 
Samoa. Her mother had always liked Mead's work and it 
was where she got Samoa's name. She was very petite for 
18 with short brown hair that she wore in what was once 
known as a pixie cut. Her gymnast's physique with her 
small firm breasts and frame that was 98 pounds soaking 
wet appealed to Max on a level he wasn't sure he 
understood. But the fact that she was willing to give up 
her virginity to he and his brothers willingly was a 
real turn on. As president, Max knew he would be her 
first.

School had taken their holiday break and the house had 
emptied out for two weeks except for the two foreign 
exchange members who house sat.

Back home Max celebrated Christmas with his family and 
was stunned by how much his sister Samantha reminded him 
of Samoa. She had grown and was now 14 and she was 
nicknamed Sam like her campus counterpart and her build 
was close to hers as well.

Max's Dad belonged to the same fraternity and knew that 
his son would need to get back early to make 
preparations for the frat New Year's Party. So did his 
mother who had been the star of the party when his dad 
was president 19 years ago. 9 months later Max had been 
born.

Samantha adored her big brother and wanted to spend New 
Year's Eve with him but the minute she mentioned it 
everyone snapped out NO. He left the day before New 
Year's Eve and Samantha hatched her own plan. There was 
a new train system that went into the cities. She had 
accompanied her brother twice in the fall the year 
before. Before he got his own car. Now she would use her 
knowledge to get what she wanted. 

She called her friend Madge and told her she was 
planning to use her for her alibi since she already had 
permission to go to her overnight New Year's party. All 
Madge had to do was cover for her until she took the 
train back on New Year's Day. Madge agreed. 

Sam woke up on New Year's Eve and told her mom she was 
going to go help Madge get ready for her party and she 
would be home the next morning. She loaded her backpack 
with a sexy dress she had bought with her babysitting 
money last month at the local mall. She also included 
her pajamas and then she walked to the depot and set off 
for her first frat party.

Max got up that same morning and after breakfast started 
organizing the party like a military campaign. He 
assigned crews to clean up, decorating, provisioning and 
the ubiquitous liquor and keg run. He had his own 
special job. Samoa had flown to Florida to join her 
family and he was to meet her return flight and get her 
to the party on time. 

After things were well under control he left for the 
airport. What he didn't know was that his cell phone 
charger had blown out at home and his phone had not 
charged the last two nights. So it was that he missed 
Samoa's call that her flight had been delayed due to 
severe storms in her area.

In the meantime, Samantha transferred from the train to 
a bus and arrived at the frat house shortly after Max 
had left. A year ago she had been going through a Goth 
period and had dyed her long hair black and wore very 
pale makeup with heavy black eye shadow and tattered 
black tee shirt and jeans. (Her parents had forbidden 
her to get any tattoos or piercings until she was 21 or 
she would lose any help from them with her college 
tuition.) Plus she had been very boyish with an 
undeveloped chest. This meant that Max's frat brothers 
who had met her the year before did not recognize her 
now. 

She announced that she was Sam and she was looking for 
Max and immediately became the center of attention. None 
of them had met the intended sacrifice and since the 
name and description fit certain assumptions were made. 
For her part, Sam just enjoyed the attention and put it 
down to being the sister of the president. She had no 
idea about the ritual they had in mind for her. 

They tried calling Max to tell them she had come by 
train instead of plane but his dead cell phone went 
unnoticed as he waited for Sam's flight info to update 
with a new ETA.

Back at the house his frat brothers started to ply Sam 
with drinks. Aside from a glass of wine at holiday 
dinners, Sam had no experience with alcohol. They gave 
her Southern Comfort and she gulped it like pop. 
Immediately her eyes watered and she felt something akin 
to brain freeze from a big mouthful of ice cream. At 
least the same areas seemed effected. She took a big sip 
the next time and felt herself awash in a very warm 
feeling. The third went down more smoothly as she knew 
what to expect.

Because of the ritual at the core of the party, the New 
Year's Eve party was unlike any other party at Alpha 
Kappa Kappa. This one was closed to all but fraternity 
members and the guest of honor. This meant there were no 
other females allowed. Not that Samantha noticed. The 
alcohol was doing its duty and she was mellowing out 
nicely. She had never been drunk but she suspected the 
alcohol was getting to her. 

By 10 PM Max's anxiety was at its peak. He heard from 
some of the expectant greeters that the flight had been 
cancelled due to weather so he pulled out his phone and 
finally discovered its dead status.

He found some change and then found a pay phone. 

"She came by train," George said. George was the house 
vice president and the one in charge while Max was out. 
"Everything is under control. Can you get back by 
midnight?"

"I sure can," Max assured him and seemed to notice 
disappointment in George's voice when he said good bye. 
As vice president, he would get to pop her cherry if Max 
couldn't get back in time.

By 11 PM Samantha was very drunk and susceptible to the 
suggestions of the men around her. She did a strip 
tease. First she removed her tee shirt as seductively as 
she could. Then her miniskirt with left her in her 
skimpy bra and thong panties. 

With further encouragement she removed the bra and 
revealed her small firm little tits with their erect 
nipples. She felt an electric shock as various frat 
brothers felt her up and tweaked her nipples. These 
sensations seemed to shoot straight down to her clit and 
she continued to become aroused. Next came her panties 
and the sight of her newly growing brown bush created 
even more of a stir. 

Now they plucked at her pubic hair and ran their fingers 
across her slit and even tried to slide one or two into 
her. And she began to notice that she was not the only 
one naked as she saw a roomful of naked hard cocks. Did 
they expect her to touch them? To give them handjobs? 
Her friends had talked about that but she wasn't sure 
how you did it. The same with sucking them. 

Blowjob was a common expression but she wasn't sure she 
could bring herself to put one of their things in her 
mouth. But the alcohol fog helped her to decide that 
maybe she could. She looked up at the clock and saw that 
midnight was only 15 minutes away and she hadn't seen 
anything of Max. What would he say if he came in now and 
saw his baby sister the center of attention of 30 to 40 
naked men?

George and another frat brother took her aside and told 
her it was time for the New Year Ceremony.

She wanted to ask them what they were talking about but 
they cut her off and took her over to one side of the 
room where there was a closet. They took out a very long 
see through negligee robe and a veil as black as the ace 
of spades. It was so dark she couldn't see out of it. 
She was really feeling the effects of the alcohol as she 
heard a large cheer and a chant of "Max! Max! Max!" 

Her brother was here at last! Then someone was at her 
side and took her arm in his and started to lead her to 
the area of the buffet table. Unknown to her, the food 
had been removed and a mattress placed on top. It was a 
very sturdy old table and made a great platform for the 
bed/sacrificial altar.

"Are you ready, Sam?" Max asked over the din as the 
final minute of the year approached.

Ready? Ready for what, she wondered. But the booze and 
the pill George had popped into her last drink had her 
not really caring. She just nodded her head. Max 
continued to talk but it was all very confusing. 
Something about the blessing for a good year and a 
sacrifice being made and how they were all to honor the 
sacrifice by anointing the Portal of Pleasure with the 
Liquid of Life. 

Someone shouted one minute and she felt someone remove 
the gossamer robe but not the veil. Then she was lifted 
up onto the table only now it didn't seem to be a table. 
It was more like a bed covered in a silk sheet. Then 
hands were all over her caressing her and feeling her 
up. She thought this wasn't right but it felt too good 
to stop.

Then someone was on the bed with her and she felt her 
legs pulled apart as someone got between them. Someone 
said something about the moment of sacrifice had arrived 
and asked her brother Max if he was ready with the 
instrument of sacrifice and she heard Max say he was as 
she felt something warm and somewhat soft on the outside 
but with what seemed to be a steel core rubbing up and 
down her private spot.

As her pussy got wetter from her own lubrication and 
pre-cum on the cock and she felt the head of it line up 
with her virgin love tunnel the alcohol fog lifted 
enough for her to realize what the sacrifice was 
supposed to be. She was about to lose her virginity! She 
started to twist away but too many hands held her in 
place. 

And then the countdown started. 
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

A rousing cheer of Happy New Year rang out as Sam 
thought she was being split in two by her brother's rock 
hard cock. He plunged all the way in until their pubic 
hair mashed and his balls slapped against her butt. Then 
he held it there to give her time to adjust to her first 
taste of manhood. Then he pulled almost all the way out.

"Behold the blood of the virgin!" she heard him say and 
remembered how her sex ed class had talked about a 
girl's hymen and how some bleeding sometimes happened on 
a girl's first time.

Then he got down to business. Sam wanted to tell him to 
stop but the pleasure she was feeling coupled with the 
effects of the booze and drug George had slipped her 
made her hold back. She had her first orgasm which was 
followed by a second and then she felt Max seem to grow 
inside her as he plunged as deep as he could and held 
himself there. Then she felt herself baptized with the 
first of forty doses of the "Liquid of Life" which she 
knew had to be filled with Max's sperm. It was two weeks 
since her last period and she knew from how horny she 
had felt that she must be ovulating.

At last her brother pulled out and she felt both 
relieved and empty until chants of, "George! George!" 
started and she felt another cock sliding into her, 
helped along by the healthy dose of Max semen already 
there. For the next hour she serviced the entire frat 
house. As the last member was anointing her the house 
phone rang and Max answered it. 

He was having trouble hearing so he shouted into the 
phone.

"Sam? Is that you?"

As the voice on the other end of the phone explained 
that all flights were cancelled until the next day, Max 
watched the well fucked girl on the table nodding her 
head in answer to his question to the caller.

After hanging up Max went to the altar and slowly lifted 
the veil revealing a very big smile on a face aglow with 
satisfaction.

"Oh god!" he cried. "What have we done!? This isn't Sam 
the 18-year-old sacrifice! This is Sam my 14-year-old 
sister!"

Around the room there were gasps as 40 frat brothers 
tried to figure a way to recall all those videos they 
had posted on the internet over the last hour.

"What are you doing here, sis?" Max asked. He followed 
it immediately with, "I'm so sorry!"

Sam just stretched like a seductive kitten and opened 
her eyes to look at him.

"Why? I'm not! Give me a nap and let's do it again! 
Happy New Year!"

And she drifted off into a very contented sleep knowing 
that this was going to be a very Happy New Year indeed. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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