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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 1999


The Ritual.


You couldn't really call our village a village. It was more like congregation of

houses. Nine to be more precise. It wasn't too bad, though. There were a lot of 
kids and we usually had a good time. There we 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 suddenly liked to watch 
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, 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 next

house lived Fred and Barney. It was their nicknames, because they liked The 
Flintstones. 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. 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 strain 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. It 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 day 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 could tell tales from the time of the Vikings. 
There was an old burial-place in a forest near the village. It was the centre of

many of the tales he told us. 

There was one tale in particular that winter, which later was to become very 
special. It was the tale of an ancient pagan ritual, the shaman performed on the

sacred burial-place. The ritual was supposed to bring good harvest for the 
coming season. Granddad 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, the men would 
gather to perform the ancient ritual of fertility. They would come barefooted 
only with a simple hide or piece of coarse clothes 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 men had placed there long before 
them. Nobody knew who or when. It was their sacred place, their church, where 
they worshiped the 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 man 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 grew faster and louder. The young men of the 
tribe, the ones who had just been initiated in the rites and had become men, 
would dance closer to the virgins. Along with the shaman, they would help the 
virgins into the trance, were they could talk to the gods. The young men would 
tore the symbol of winter, the white dresses of the virgins, these symbols of 
the fertile earth, and prepare them to receive the seed.' 

Granddad always made a pause here. We would sit there, holding back our breath, 
waiting for him to continue.
'The fire would symbolise the sun, give 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 was now close the 
revelation of the gods. He would bless them as the ancient rites described. The 
rites were handed to him from the old shaman, maybe his father. It was secret 
rites, 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 were prepared for them. By 
know the virgins would be so close to going into trance, that the men would have

to support them, carry them, help them the last bit of the way. The girls would 
shudder and moan, 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, bathe their body in it. If one of the girls fail to enter

into the trance, the men would touch her, prepare all parts of her again and 
again until she collapsed in trance.'

'Once out of the trance, the men would carry the virgins to the stream to rinse 
them and purify them. I 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 full moon in a couple of days. We could 
perform the old fertility-ritual, granddad told us about.'
'But none of us knows how they did.'
'I know. I have secretly talked to Granddad, and he knows more than he has told 
you. You can never tell this to anybody. 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?'
'We will perform the ritual according to the tale. We must all have to 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.' 
Sara was the youngest of us, but I'm sure most of our parents would object to 
the plan of staying out so late.
'We don't have to wait until midnight. But I have another plan. You can all 
remember when we camped in the forest on night last summer. I suggest we do that

again. That way we can easily do the ritual without anybody ever knowing.'
John had thought of everything.
'We can start building shelters today. We build them near the clearing. 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 problems with our parents. They weren't too happy about the 
fire, but John told them we would be very careful, so they finally accepted. In 
two day, we had put up enough shelter 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 it was all right, 
but it was still a little dangerous. 

Joy had gathered the girls and gone somewhere to prepare. We were restless and 
wanted to get started. Finally, after what felt like hours, John told us to put 
on the loincloths and be ready to go to the burial-site. John led the way with 
his torchlight. When we got there, the girls were there already, dress in white.

John had prepared a fire, which the girls had lit just before we came. 

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. I relaxed. In the flickering light from the fire, it 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 a glimpse

of their figure through the thin clothes of their dresses. The excitement was 
beginning to grow in me. I was really getting into it now.

The girls were getting into it too. They were relaxed, moving uninhibited, 
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 them glow as 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 maybe it was the magic 
brew the helped me get rid of my embarrassment. 



John was humming as he beat the drum harder. I think the girls were humming to, 
but I 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 before he said:
'Free the earth of the winter's grip. Melt the ice and snow.'
It had to be the sign for us to take the dresses of the girls. John had told us 
to take them off instead of ripping the, 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 the 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, you have scratch or a prune, if you know what I mean. Not like 
real tits. 

John was still beating the drum, leaving only one had free, so he couldn't help 
undressing the girls. That meant Joy was still dressed. I move to her quickly 
and helped her out of the 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 of her head. I had to tear my eyes 
away from her tits and help her out. Free 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. 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 lover, 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. 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. When his hand spread the folds in her 
crotch, she let out a high moan. I was afraid he had hurt her, but judging from 
Tina's movements, she was all right.

John moved on to Sara, his own sister. It didn't seem to bother any 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 any 
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. I 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 dances back and motion 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 went 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 hand eagerly touched all the girls. At first, I went

for their tits. Joy's bouncing tits was soft with fairly big hard nipples. Alice

and Tina's tits was firmer and their nipples smaller. Their tits didn't bounce 
like Joy's, there were only a quiver when they moved. 

When Joy's 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 see 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. 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 in 
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 in 
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 the other hand to reveal the pink skin behind them. I could see the 
little nub in the top of the cleft. Under it was two puffy folds. When I parted 
them, I could see what had to be the entrance to the vagina. I knew how 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 forgot about it 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 
trance. To be honest, I had doubts about whether we could get the girls to go 
into trance, but now I was convinced. 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 to 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 folded around the shaft. I could hardly 
believe it, when she opened her mouth and pulled John's dick into it. Her lips 
closed around the shaft. 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 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 and 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 
mouth and 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 through 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 running 
down her body. The 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. I 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 and after a minute, she went into trance 
too. I was very proud, that I could get the girls into trance. Sara quickly sat 
up and grabbed my dick. It wasn't as hard as before. Sara had seen what Alice 
and Joy was doing and she leaned over my legs and took my dick into her mouth. 
It felt almost painful at first, but I 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 turn 
around and bend 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, the first one from the neck. I could see everything clearly in 
the light from the fire. Small droplets of fluid were glistening in the fuzzy 
hair 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 
crotch. I guess it was John's hand. My lips touched the pink folds. I head John 
whisper.
'Use your tongue on her joybotton.'
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 "joybotton". I guess 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. 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 and pulled me into her crotch. 
'Oh god, oh god, oh god.' She chanted. 
I wasn't sure if she was in trance or not. I 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 and was now 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 danced. 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 bring 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 titties 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 made

my dick spurt. 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 the sperm afterwards. She 
didn't, she swallowed it! I was stunned. I mean, it came out the same place were

my pee come out. But she swallowed it and looked like he liked it.   

Fred had sprayed his load 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 fighting, 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 the heat into each other. 
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 fortnight later, John told me, that the ritual thing only was 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. They 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, I might tell another time. 

Even though he fooled me, I not quite convinced. You see, when we woke up the 
morning after we had performed the ritual, it was pouring down. It kept on 
raining for a week.

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