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If you for some reason are not allowed or don't want to read about sex, stop 
reading now.

If you have any comments on my story, please send them to henlar@hotmail.com. 



(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 precise. It wasn't too bad, though, there were a lot of kids 
and we usually had a good time. There was 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 liked to look at 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, the 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 
house next to ours lived Fred and Barney. Those were their nicknames, because 
they liked the cartoon "The Flintstones" very much. 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 first. 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 strained 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. That 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 days 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 would tell tales from the time of the Vikings. 
There was an old burial-place in a forest near the village and it was the centre 
of many of the tales he told us. 

There was one story that particular winter, which later was to become very 
special. It was the tale of an ancient pagan ritual that shaman performed in the 
sacred burial-place. The ritual was supposed to bring a good harvest for the 
coming season. 

The old man 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, that the men 
would gather to perform the ancient ritual of fertility. They would come 
barefooted, with only a simple hide or piece of coarse cloth 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 the ancients had placed 
there long before them. Nobody knew who or when it had been done. It was their 
sacred place, their church, where they worshiped their 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 men 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 would grow faster and louder. The young men of 
the tribe, the ones who had just been initiated in the rites and had just become 
men, would dance closer to the virgins. Along with the shaman, they would help 
the virgins into a trance, so that they could talk to the gods. The young men 
would tear the symbol of winter, the white dresses, off the virgins, these 
symbols of the fertile earth, and prepare them to receive the seed.' 

Granddad always made a pause here and we would sit there, holding back our 
breath, waiting for him to continue.

'The fire would symbolise the sun, giving 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 were now close to the 
revelations of the gods. He would bless them as the ancient rites described. The 
rites were handed down to him from the old shaman, maybe his father. It was a 
secret rite, 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 was prepared for them. By 
now, the virgins would now be so close to going into trance, that the men would 
have to support them, carry them, help them for the last bit of the way. The 
girls would shudder and moan and 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 and bathe their body in it. If one of the 
girls failed to enter into the trance, the men would touch her, prepare all 
parts of her again and again, until she too collapsed in trance.'

'Once they were out of the trance, the men would carry the virgins to the stream 
and rinse them and purify them. It 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 a full moon in a couple of days and we 
could perform the old fertility-ritual, that granddad told us about.'

'But none of us knows how they did it.' Someone said.

'I know but I have secretly talked to Granddad, and he knows more than he has 
told you. You should never tell this to anybody but 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?' They asked

'We will perform the ritual according to the tale. We must all 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.' Said Sara.
 
Sara was the youngest of us, but at the same time, I'm sure most of our parents 
would have objected to the idea of our staying out so late.

'We don't have to wait until midnight. I have another plan. You remember when we 
camped in the forest one night last summer. I suggest we do that again. That way 
we can easily do the ritual without anybody ever knowing,' said John. He had 
thought of everything.

'We can start building shelters today. We should build them near the clearing,' 
he continued. '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 problem with our parents. They weren't too happy about the 
fire, but John told them we would be very careful, so they finally accepted the 
idea. In two day, we had put up enough shelters 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 everything was all 
right, but it still seemed a little dangerous. 

Joy had gathered the girls and gone somewhere to prepare. We boys were restless 
and wanted to get things started. Finally, after what felt like hours, John told 
us to put on the loincloths and get ready to go to the burial-site. He led the 
way with his torchlight. The moon had only just started to rise and the soft 
light that came down through the trees was not enough to enable us to find our 
way. 

We walked silently towards the burial-site. None of us spoke. The silence was 
only disturbed by the distant sound of an owl, hooting. Every now and then, one 
of us stepped on a dry twig or small branch. The sound if it breaking was very 
loud. 

Soon, we began to smell the fire and a moment later, we could hear murmering. It 
was kind of spooky. The voices sounded so close, yet we couldn't see anything. 
The forest floor around the burial-site was covered densely with scrubs. That, 
in turn, prevented us from seeing the fire until we were 20 feet or less from 
the site. 

I could smell a damp smell. I think John had poured water on the ground, around 
where he had placed the fire, to avoid sparks setting the dry forest on fire.  

When we got there, the girls were there already, dressed in white. John had 
prepared a fire, which the girls had lit just before we got there. It was 
cracking and the flames had really taken hold. The girls stood close together on 
the other side of the fire. Their white dresses reflected the flickering light 
from the fire and it looked like their dresses were flowing around them.

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 and relaxed. 

In the flickering light from the fire, things 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 glimpses of 
their figure, through the thin cloth of their dresses. 

An excitement was beginning to grow in me and I was really getting into it now.

The girls were really getting into it too. They were relaxed, moving 
uninhibitedly, 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 her eyes glow, as if 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 it might have been the magic brew that helped me get rid of my embarrassment. 



John was humming as he beat the drum harder. I think the girls were humming to, 
but it 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 until he said:
'Free the earth of the winter's grip. Melt the ice and snow.'

That had to be the sign for us to start taking the dresses off the girls. John 
had told us to take them off, instead of ripping them, 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 her 
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, that you have scratched.... or a plum, if you know 
what I mean; not much like real tits. 

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

John then moved on to Sara, his own sister. It didn't seem to bother either 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 one 
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. It 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 danced back and motioned 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 was going 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 hands eagerly touched all the girls. At first, 
I went for their tits. Joy's bouncing tits were soft with fairly big hard 
nipples. Alice and Tina's tits were firmer and their nipples smaller. Their tits 
didn't bounce like Joy's; there were only quivers when they moved. 

When Joy 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 look at 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 and, 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 of 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 at 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 my other hand to reveal the pink skin behind them. I could see the 
little nub in the top of the cleft. Under it were two puffy folds. When I parted 
them, I could see what had to be the entrance to her vagina. I knew what 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 put this out of my mind 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 
the trance. To be honest, I had had doubts about whether we could get the girls 
to go into a trance, but now I could see that it worked. 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 too 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 reached out and folded around the shaft 
and I could hardly believe it, when she opened her mouth and pulled John's dick 
into it. 

Her lips closed around the shaft of his dick. 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 at them 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, as 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 
hot mouth and wet 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 throughout 
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 was 
running down her body. This 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. It 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 had and, after a minute, she 
went into trance too. I was very proud, that I could get the girls to go into 
trances. Sara quickly sat up and grabbed my dick. Although it wasn't as hard as 
before, Sara had seen what Alice and Joy had been doing and she leaned over my 
legs and took my dick into her mouth. It felt almost painful at first, but it 
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 bent 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, her asshole. I could see everything clearly in the flickering 
light from the fire. Small droplets of fluid were glistening in the fuzzy hair 
and 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's 
crotch. I guess it must have been John's hand. 

As 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 guessed 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 and 
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, pulling me into her crotch. 

'Oh god, oh god, oh god.' She chanted. 

I wasn't sure if she was in trance or not. I just 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 now and was 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 moved.

 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 put 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 had made my 
dick spurt, earlier. 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 comes out. But she swallowed it and looked like she liked 
it.   

Fred had sprayed his load all 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 scuffling, 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 heat into each other, with our hands. 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 week or two later, John told me, that the ritual thing was only 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. The two of them 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 that I might tell another time. 

Even though it seemed like he fooled me, I wasn't quite convinced. You see, when 
we woke up the morning after we had performed the ritual, it was pouring rain. 

And it kept on raining for a week after that.





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