WVC Ch. 09: Candidate Ceremony

"Once more."

Nodding, I took a deep breath and allowed her to guide my face back between her thighs, my tongue immediately sliding into her yielding pussy. As I alternated lapping at her moist lips and plunging my stiffened tongue between them, almost involuntarily, my hips started moving under the gentle caresses. And when the tender kisses turned into sloppy licks, I nearly lost it, my stiff cock twitching and jerking as it projected out underneath me.

I suspected Mistress Shannon wouldn't take long to reach yet another orgasm since her hips were writhing in my grasp, and what flow there was from her gaping crevice was already drooling into my mouth. Accelerating my rhythm, I drove her forward as girls' tongues bathed my blistered ass cheeks and my throbbing cock dripped onto the platform below. One member nuzzled her face into my rear end, deep between my parted cheeks, her tongue snaking ever closer to my puckered sphincter.

With a loud cry, Mistress rose up off the chair and thrust her spurting pussy against my rigid tongue. Little fluid burst from her lips, but what there was exploded into my mouth, surprising me by the force. I kept licking as the moisture spewed out, dribbling down my chin as I concentrated on her rigid button.

Abruptly pushing me away, I felt her clasp her hands over her sensitive lips as she unwound her booted legs from around my neck and squeezed her thighs tightly together, holding her breath. Leaning heavily on the edge of the chair, I was panting, waiting to find out what the girls behind me would do next.

With my buttocks spread wide, I felt the vibration before I heard her. The Club member with her nose in my ass was humming. I held my breath as her soft lips brushed my wrinkled hole. But that was all. She stopped after just the briefest of kisses. I couldn't believe it when she gave me an affectionate tap on my upraised ass cheeks, and then withdrew. The other two joined her, leaving me on my hands and knees, sprawled between Mistress Shannon's open legs.

Now what?

I waited, not sure what I should do when finally Mistress roused herself, coming to her feet and tapping my reddened ass cheeks.

"Well done, Bill. You have satisfied me, beyond my expectations. Help him up."

Strong hands reached down and grabbed me by my shoulders. As I struggled to my feet, I could feel her juice dripping down my face as my thick erection bobbed up and down. As the hands turned me around and guided me across the stage, it swung freely as it jutted out before me, bloated with blood and tightly bound within the metal and leather harness.

My feet were yanked apart until they were wider than my shoulders, and my ankles were encased in padded restraints. I thought my arms would be hoisted overhead, but instead I heard the Club members move some kind of frame across the wooden platform until it was directly in front me. I'd been focused on all the activity around me that I didn't notice Mistress Shannon come close beside me. So when I felt her cool fingers slide over the taut surface of my engorged cockhead, I jumped.

"I do like the way this harness displays your erect penis."

Lightly, she teased my rounded knob, letting her fingertips circle the raised ridge. I held my breath as she toyed with my quivering hard-on, gently sliding the tip of her fingernail into the slit at the very end.

"For the second half of tonight's ceremony, you will have the opportunity to service each member of the Club. Bowing before her, you will paying tribute to her by bringing her to climax, and by drinking her sweet cream."

I shivered as Mistress gripped my swollen shaft just behind the bulb.

"Come sisters, mount the stairs and let this male candidate pay homage to you."

As I heard the creak of wooden platform as the first member approached, Mistress squeezed my hard-on and led me forward.

"There are metal rails to the front and on either side of you. Reach out to find them."

I groped in front of me until I located the parallel bars, cool and smooth to my touch. Parallel to the ground, I sensed that they were part of larger structure, probably the one I heard being dragged across the platform. With one fist wrapped around my thickened cockshaft, she slid her other hand over my bare ass, palming my buttock, squeezing firmly.

"Bend at the waist and lean forward, so you can support yourself."

I followed her directions, tentatively bending over until I found another metal bar just above my waist, perfectly positioned to brace my torso. The structure creaked in front of me, and a pair of legs slid across my forearms as the member reclined in what must be some kind of elevated chair. The girl was wearing what felt like leather lacing on her lower legs, and as she moved closer, it suddenly occurred to me that she was wearing Roman style sandals, just like I was.

"Lean farther, Bill. Extend your tongue, and greet Club member, Amanda."

Cautiously, I stuck out my tongue and leaned forward as Mistress continued to grip my swollen cock and caress my ass. As I caught a pungent whiff of Amanda's intimate aroma, I noticed that it was faintly reminiscent of vanilla. I didn't give it a second thought as she reached down and cradled my head in her hands, guiding me between her open thighs. As my cheek brushed the inside of her warm skin, I reached under the muscular thighs, cupped the firm ass cheeks and pulled her against my mouth.

She caught her breath when I touched her moist orifice, yielding and open as the point of my tongue explored her. I licked up and down the full length of pussy, pausing to swirl the tip around her erect button, teasing the stiff knob as she began to writhe underneath me.

Like Mistress, her pubic mound was completely bare, but her plump lips were much thicker and already slippery with her juice. She started to pant as I dipped my stiffened tongue into her, moaning softly as I set a steady pace, in and out, in and out.

Busy with Amanda, I wasn't paying attention to Mistress Shannon as she maintained a tight grasp of my bloated cock, and fondled my butt. Once I speared the reclining Club member, I was focused on bringing her to a climax. So I was totally surprised when Mistress brought her open palm down sharply on my left ass cheek. I yelped directly into Amanda's crotch, and that sent her over the edge.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! --- UHHH!!!"

She began bucking in the chair, thrusting her hips up against my face, driving my tongue deeper into her pussy. I was more prepared for the next blow from Mistress when it landed on my upraised ass.

As the sweet tasting fluid streamed of Amanda, coating my lips and running down my chin, she clutched my head in the hands. I kept licking, concentrating on the rigid nub that protruded from the top of her pussy, impressed with the sheer volume of fluid pouring out of her. She kept cumming, a series of rippling spasms that rolled through her trim body.

And still sweet nectar flowed. It was if she had a never ending river between her toned legs, flooding my mouth. Gamely, I tried to keep up with her, swallowing as much liquid as I could, but it spilled from both sides of my mouth, sliding down past my chin and dripping on the floor beneath me. Mistress kept spanking me, using a steady rhythm, slow and measured as I continued to tongue Amanda's pussy. Finally, the girl in my arms gave an immense shudder and pushed me away.

I hesitated, waiting for Mistress Shannon. As she halted her persistent spanking, she palmed my left ass cheek.

"Stand up, Bill. You've shown your respect to Amanda. It's time to honor another Club member."

Obediently, I pushed myself into a standing position, my hard cock jutting out before me with Mistress' fist wrapped tightly around the thickened stalk. As she caressed my glowing butt, lightly running one smooth hand over the taut skin, she slowly slid her fist down to the base of my cockshaft and pressed firmly against the metal ring.

Amanda had dismounted the structure, and the click, click, click of heels announced the approach of the second Club member. I heard her climb the structure as Mistress Shannon squeezed my hard-on and gave it one solitary stroke, encouraging me to remain fully erect.

"Lean forward, Bill, and greet sister "L". Not all of the members are ready to have you know their names, some out of shyness, some out of deference to the fact that you may already know them, and some out of sheer obstinacy,"

As I leaned forward, "L" grabbed my head and guided me directly into her open crotch. She had a strong musky scent, and was dripping wet. As I slid my hands under the well-developed thighs and gripped the tight muscles of her butt, I realized that she had the strength and muscle definition of a weightlifter. It dawned on me that I might recognize her from the pool or the weight room.

Quickly, I found her open slit and alternated between plunging my tongue deep inside of her and lapping at her clit, which was barely discernable in her fleshy pussy. Although my lower face was soon drenched with her juice, which was both tangy and pleasantly sweet, she didn't have nearly as fluid much flowing between her legs as either Amanda or even Mistress Shannon. As she writhed under my assaulting tongue, gripping my head firmly between her strong thighs, I realized that she was completely shaved as well.

It didn't take her long to reach a powerful orgasm, waves of passion rippling through her body. She was silent as I tongued her, even as I felt her l energy rise to a peak and then recede. "L" didn't stop me, and I continued flicking her wet lips as she lay with her legs limp and open.

As she rested her lower legs across my back, I felt the high heels of her boots and the soft leather that encased her calves. She must be wearing knee high boots similar to the ones Mistress was wearing. Her breath quickened before I felt her hips start to undulate on the padded cushion, and she approached a second climax. I was surprised how rapidly she had recovered.

Whimpering, she began to hump my mouth, lifting her slim hips up off the platform's chair to shove her yielding pussy into my face. Mistress matched her timing perfectly as the girl's initial spasm coincided with her first smack on my ass. I jumped, lunging forward and impaling "L" with my stiff tongue, while burying my nose between her dribbling lips.

The prone Club member shuddered as another series of powerful emotion coursed through her body, climaxing as she squeezed her thighs around my head. Mistress Shannon concentrated her open handed spanks on my right buttock this time, giving my left one a well-deserved break. As "L" drifted down the high of her orgasm, I started to straighten up, intending to stretch my lower back.

Mistress had another idea as she tightened her grip on my rigid pole and whaled away on my bare ass.

"Did I give you permission to rest?"

"No Ma'am."

Quickly, I bent over again and started to lick the open lips before me. The girl moaned softly, but made no effort to stop me. I guess she was going for number three, so I obliged, focusing my attention on her elusive button.

"She decides when you're finished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

My words were muffled as I didn't dare to lift my face to speak clearly. She was swatting my butt hard enough as it was. It didn't take "L" long to achieve her third climax. I think her moans were louder this time, but with my ears trapped between her powerful thighs, I couldn't really tell.

When she finally finished, she let me go and lay there for a minute, panting from her exertions. I didn't move, even though Mistress had halted her steady spanking, squeezing my now flaming ass cheek. Finally, "L" swung her booted leg up over my head and rolled off the elevated chair.

"Stand up, Bill. Time for you to honor another sister with your tongue."

Once I straightened up, Mistress started to stroke my quivering erection, still holding my blistered bottom. I hadn't noticed that my cock had begun to leak again, but when her hand slid up and down the shaft with ease, the familiar sound of smick, smick, smick echoed in tandem with the tap, tap, tap of high heels on the wooden platform.

"Good. Your penis is giving me plenty of fluid. Makes it very easy to play with you."

I stood there, trying to breathe deeply as she slowly pumped my dripping cock. Once the next Club member had mounted the stairs and reclined on the chair, Mistress continued to amuse herself with my hard-on as she slid her other hand up and onto my lower back, pressing me forward until I leaned over the bar at my waist. As I bent over the new girl, I caught a distinct whiff of strawberry.

"Stretch out your tongue and greet Jordan."

This girl was making little simpering noises even before I touched her. And as the tip of my tongue slid easily into her moist lips, she trembled and moaned. As I pressed my mouth against her crotch, I was surprised to encounter a set of metal rings piercing her outer lips, arrayed in pairs, framing her inner cavity. They didn't hinder me in any way, but instead were strangely exciting.

Mistress began spanking me again, timing her slaps to coincide with the lazy strokes up and down my twitching cock, gripping the base of my shaft as she delivered each blow, smack and then a slow squeeze and stroke. Jordan shuddered again as I started my own rhythm, shoving my tongue in and out of her open pussy.

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

Her cries were almost whispers, emerging very ladylike from her unseen mouth. Like Mistress Shannon and the previous two members, she was completely shaved, her prominent pubic mound devoid of hair. But unlike "L' and Amanda, this girl seemed petite, her soft thighs almost frail compared to the muscular legs of the others. Also unlike the other two members, Jordan's pussy lips were delicate, almost like petals of a fragile flower blooming under my tongue.

As she approached her first orgasm, she wrapped her lower legs around my neck and I felt the leather straps that crisscrossed her calves. But I also noticed that she wore high heels, digging them into my skin as she climaxed. High heeled sandals?

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

More of the lady like whimpers, just slightly louder this time as a surge of passion washed over her. She tightened her legs around my head momentarily, holding her breath, and then she relaxed, heaving a big sigh and letting them fall limply open. Not daring to stop yet, I kept busy between her thighs, lapping up and down the length of her wet lips, flipping her genital rings back and forth.

She began to undulate her hips, pressing her crotch against my mouth, so I continued, picking up the pace. Finally finding the small button as it peeked out the top of her crevice, I focused my attention there, swirling the tip of my tongue all around the tiny nub.

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

A second orgasm rippled through her, and she grabbed the back of my head, holding my face tight against her throbbing pussy. Mistress kept swatting my ass, alternating sides and maintaining a steady, deliberate pace. She'd slowed her fist pumps on my stiff cock, doing much more squeezing than stroking.

Panting heavily, Jordan released her grip and lay back on the velvety cushion. Resting on my elbows, I thought we were done. And then she crossed her ankles over my back, pulling me. Her small voice sounded almost apologetic.

"More."

Gripping her butt, I ducked my head and plunged my rigid tongue deep inside her. She shuddered and immediately started cumming again, this time pumping her slim hips into my face with more abandon. I stayed with her, driving in and out as orgasm number three swept over her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

With one last tremor, Jordan pushed me away, squeezing her thighs together. As she rocked back and forth on the padded chair, I licked my lips, tasting her again. She had a milder flavor than the other members, and again, I noted a faint hint of strawberry.

"Time for you to greet another member. Stand up, Bill."

As I struggled to my feet, pushing against the soft cushion, I wondered if I would make it through the evening. My swollen cock was throbbing, the blood trapped by the leather harness. And Mistress Shannon's persistent fondling kept me right on the edge, the slippery fluid lubricating her fist and dripping onto the floor. I could hear the next Club member climb the stairs once Jordan dismounted and left. Smick, smick.

"Bill, meet "E"."

After the new member settled into the chair and I leaned forward, I inhaled a trace of grapefruit as she gently but firmly guided me between her open thighs. Her skin had a smooth sleekness that I found very appealing. She too had completely a bare pubic mound and a genital piercing, a small vertical bar over the skin just above her moist pussy. Plump and well defined, her inner lips readily opened as I slipped my tongue into her yielding cavity. "E" caught her breath and then moaned softly, holding my face assertively against her lower abdomen.

Behind me, Mistress had halted her steady spanks and was caressing my ass, gently massaging the heated skin. Still gripping my hard-on underneath me, she pulled my left buttock wide, exposing my puckered hole as she rotated my cheek in a large circle. I relaxed under the rhythmic rubbing, and although I responded by moving my hips, I tried not to be too obvious as I thrust my raging erection into her fist.

I should have known better. As I concentrated on the Club member reclining in my arms, spearing her with my rigid tongue, I was unprepared for the single vicious blow that Mistress delivered on my defenseless backside. Awkwardly, I lunged forward, driving my tongue deeper into "E" and sending her over the edge. She exploded into a convulsive series of orgasms, bouncing violently against my face and spraying a stream of liquid into my mouth. Surprised, I didn't react at first, letting it dribble down my chin and onto the platform beneath me.

"Swallow her nectar, Bill. Very few of us can supply it like she can."

I thought the violent smack might be just a beginning of something more, but Mistress Shannon just rested her hand on my flaming ass cheek. With renewed enthusiasm, I covered the girl's squirting hole and drank in as much of her juice as I could. It was tart and sweet, the aroma heavy with tropical citrus. I kept licking and sucking, licking and drinking down her prodigious flow.

Her climax was long and drawn out, an extended series of wrenching spasms that wracked her body. She held my head tight against her crotch, and I felt the sharp edge of her high heeled boots press against my back. Despite the violence of her orgasm, she was vigilant in how she used them on my bare skin.

Eventually, her uncontrollable tremors subsided. Heaving a massive sigh, she released her tight grip on my head and pushed me away. I had lost track of the number of times she'd climaxed, but the liquid evidence covered my face.

As she swung her booted legs off the raised chair, I straightened up. Mistress continued to stroke my jutting pole, using the generous flow drooling from my cockslit to lubricate her hand.

"Well done, Bill. Catch your breath and prepare to honor sister 'B'."

Once she had arranged herself, "B" brusquely grabbed hold of my head and brought my face into her pungent smelling crotch, directly in contact with her genital piercing, a double pair of rings arrayed on either outer pussy lip. Her aroma wasn't unpleasant, just a bolder scent than the two previous girls and with a distinctive tinge of patchouli.

As I bent to my task of licking and nuzzling between her decidedly muscular thighs, I was struck by how wide her lips were, slick and open, and revealing a thick nub protruding proudly from them. And then I encountered the fingers of both her hands. She'd spread her pussy wide for me, giving me easy access to her erect clit.