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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Rachel came over to welcome us in. I guessed that she was in her early fifties, petite, like my wife, but with long black hair. She took centre stage and called for everybody’s attention. She welcomed everyone to the meeting and announced that two new recruits were in attendance, and that as was their custom the evening would begin with the initiation ceremony. She explained there were three possible initiations ceremonies to choose from and as was customary, tonight’s would be picked at random from a hat. She dipped her hand in and pulled out a piece of paper “Thirty Strokes!” she exclaimed. This brought an enthusiastic ripple of excited applause from some of the regulars whom we assumed had witnessed Thirty Strokes before.
“For those of you not familiar with Thirty Strokes” she went on, “let me explain.” Turning to Bee, she continued. “You, my dear, will be strapped to the service table and two men will take turns between your legs. Your arms will be strapped down, though we will dispense with the ankle straps this evening. Instead, your husband will assist in holding your legs apart as a gesture of good will to the rest of the group. There will be no condoms. We only do real sex here, and each man will be allowed thirty strokes, or thirty thrusts into you, then he must withdraw, stand aside, and let the other man takes his thirty strokes. We will all count. They will carry on alternating until there is a winner, that is to say until one man cums in your pussy.”
Turning back to the attentive audience she continued, “The winner’s prize is of course the pleasure of pumping his precious seed into the warmth of a woman’s belly. The loser’s consolation prize, if we can call him a loser, is to spunk in her mouth. There will be no wanking allowed between turns.”
“Our reigning Cock Of The North always goes first and John has won the last two initiations so he goes first.” She motioned to a man wearing a Halloween devil mask, red, with little horns and pointed chin, the face contorted into a grotesque grin, eyebrows raised and eyes wild as if crazed with lust. I could just about see the glint of the mans eyes behind the mask. |
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