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Even though it is a repost, I still would like comments.

   henlar@hotmail.com.

   If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one.  Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry, it's all fantasy.

   This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors
and grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey.  I'm
very thankful for their patient work and encouragement.

   If you liked the story, then feel free to tell me so.  If you thought it
could have been better, please let me know as well.  My E-mail is
henlar@hotmail.com.





   Reposting or any other use is strictly prohibited without the express,
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story may be posted as part of a review or to the ASSM archive.

   (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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