For a long time I have been aware that times have changed since I was in high school. I just didn’t know how radically they had changed. To a large part, those changes are due to birth control pills and women’s liberation that happened before I was in high school. My daughter Rebecca brought me up-to-date.
Becky came home late one night, woke me up and told me all about having sex for the first time. “I did it, Mom. I did it. Barry and I had sex tonight, and it was surreal. Just like you said, Mom, it feels good. I wonder if it’s that good with other guys?”
She lost her virginity in the back seat of a Mini Cooper. How they managed that is still a mystery.
Becky couldn’t stop telling me about it. She said there wasn’t any foreplay, only enough kissing to get started. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and pulled down her panties. Barry dropped his pants and took her virginity. She was sixteen.
“He is so big, Mom, but he finally got it in,” she told me. “That’s when I sort of spaced out. It hurt a little, but it was the good kind of hurt.”
I had to ask, “Did he wear a condom, Beck?”
“I don’t think so, Mom, maybe. It happened so fast. I didn’t care. I just wanted it. I only wish it had lasted longer.”
“Believe me, dear, it gets even better when a guy has more self-control, and when you do it with someone you really care about. You and Barry aren’t exactly a couple. It was only an convenient hookup for both of you.”
That was the best motherly advice I could give her. Obviously, my daughter and I are very open about sex. We don’t have many secrets. The next day we made a doctor’s appointment to get a birth control prescription.
I have some baggage of my own including frequent overnights with different male guests at our house. It gave Becky the impression that sex was just another form of hospitality. At first she called my over-night guests “uncles,” like Uncle Bill or Uncle George, then when Becky got older, she called them by their first names, Fred, Larry, Jim, or Tommy. Having a man around the house was as natural as summer rain, and she knew they weren’t there to change light bulbs.
I can’t be sure about this, but there was one guy, Jeremy, who left my bedroom after I had an argument with him. I think he went to be with Beck that night. I was so mad, I really didn’t care. Anyway, Beck was long past being a virgin and was on the pill. That night was one of the few things we never talked about. Other than that, Becky told me almost everything.
It goes without saying that I love my daughter. She’s the sweetest most caring individual anyone could hope to meet. Rebecca is a kind and empathetic girl. If she sees a stray cat or dog, Becky wants to take it home. She is ready to make contributions to every needy cause and is sympathetic to the disadvantaged by joining Helping Others, the school welfare club. This makes her a bit vulnerable and susceptible to outside influences. I didn’t realize most of that until a few years later.
Midway through Rebecca’s junior year, she came home from school all excited. “Mom, I get to go with Mrs. Tankers to her Marquis Society meeting! She only chose me and Debbie.”
Mrs. Tankers was the volunteer helper at the Helping Others club. I asked Becky, “What’s the Marquis Society?”
“Well, it’s kind of an exclusive community service organization. Mrs. Tankers told us it is for people that want to make a difference. It’s like our high school club but mostly for adults. Members are humanitarians of all ages who work together to empower people to think beyond themselves and create solutions for a kinder, more compassionate world. Mrs. Tankers also said it is a way to realize our potential through personal development. I will have a mentor for that.”
“Why so exclusive?”
“I’m not sure, but Mrs. Tankers said Debbie and I were the kind of girls that fit perfectly with the ideals of the society. Their motto is ‘Mankind’s Servants’. I really like Debbie. She’s painfully shy and timid, but Debbie will do anything for you. We go to our first meeting Saturday night.”
“So you are a member.”
“No, you don’t get to be a member until after you’ve done some good deeds. At first we are called ‘Cupids’.”
Sometime later, I learned from the newspaper why the Marquis Society was so exclusive. It was like a religion, a cult. The Society was great cover having young girls go out in the community raising a lot of money doing good deeds, many of a sexual nature. I learned the details when Becky, no longer a teenager, and I exchanged gossip over a bottle of wine. That’s when she told me the whole story. Here’s her story as it was told to me.
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“Remember when I joined a group back in high school that became front page news?” she asked. “I was too embarrassed to tell you everything about it.”
“Okay, so what you did leave out that I hadn’t read in the paper?” I asked.
“Well, mom, it started when I came home late the Saturday night from my first meeting. You asked me how the meeting went. I said it was okay.
“At first it was like being at church with an inspirational speaker telling about the good things happening at the society. Some people were recognized by their exceptional services. It was inspiring.
“Then we broke into small groups of about eight or ten people. They talked about personal matters like depression or not relating to their kids. Some had financial problems, but everyone in the group was sympathetic and tried to be supportive.
“One man said he and his wife were having marital problems. She no longer wanted to have sex with him. A lady about your age, I think it was Tonia, gave him a big hug and an erotic kiss. Tonia said she could help him with that. Everyone sighed and applauded.
“I met my mentor for the first time at the meeting. His name is Damon. He’s a nice older man. I almost think of him like a dad.
“Damon took a little time with me after the meeting to explain some things about the Marquis Society. After a person has done small deeds as a Cupid, the next level is becoming an Angel. Angels feed the hungry by bringing food to families, tending to people with illnesses, help the handicapped and providing simple pleasures to the downcast and lonely. After serving as an Angel, then a person is nominated to become a full member.
“Damon said there was some travel involved, so Angels need to drive a car. He suggested getting a driver’s license even though we don’t own a car. He was willing to teach me, and said I could use his car.”
Becky explained that when she was late coming home after school, those were the days for her driving lessons. The instruction usually lasted about forty-five minutes to an hour.
“Well, Mom, one afternoon Damon told me that we had to stop by a house where a man with a broken leg lived. He needed help bathing. It was a good opportunity to do a good deed under the supervision of my mentor.
“The man wore a robe when he hobbled into the bathroom where he dropped the robe. Damon helped me put him into the bathtub. I washed his face, back and arms. I was a little reluctant to go past his waist but Damon said it would be alright. So I soaped his leg, the one without a cast, then between his legs. Almost immediately the man’s erection sprang up. Damon said not to be alarmed. It happens sometimes, and he would appreciate it if I would wash it and just pretend it was another leg. Of course I knew what he meant. Apparently, he needed more than a bath.
“About that time, Damon left the bathroom to make a telephone call. Following a good scrubbing of his third leg, the injured man exploded with an ejaculation splashing my face and in my hair. The word ‘surprise’ just didn’t do justice to the situation. I just took the wash cloth and wiped the sticky stuff off my face as if nothing had happened. Only moments later, Damon was back to help the man towel off and return him to bed.
“On the way home, Damon noticed I had something in my hair, so I told him what had happened. I mentioned that I didn’t think he needed a bath. ‘He just wanted me to give him a hand job.’ Damon said I probably wasn’t wrong about that adding, one of the things an Angel does is to provide simple pleasures.
“Well, he had a point. Like he said, it was the kind of simple pleasure that made the man happy. It’s just that I don’t like getting it in my hair.”
“Damon gave me a hug and told me I was amazing. ‘Mrs. Tankers said you were the most compassionate girl she had ever met,’ he said, ‘and I can see that now’.”
Becky went on with her story telling me about another situation, saying Damon drove her to a friend’s home. This is how that good deed went.
“Becky,” Damen said, “this man is a long time Marquis member, but he is wheelchair bound. Sometimes he can get around with a cane, but needs help getting in the shower.”
“So you want me to give him a shower.”
“No, I want you to help him get there and give him a little company. Meanwhile, I need to pick up a few things at the store. I’ll be back within an hour. I can’t tell you how grateful he’ll be. He badly needs your help.”
My daughter trusted Damon, and she knew it was the right thing to do. Becky also knew what would be expected from her. It was most of the hour before Becky was back in the car.
“Damon, he wanted to see my pussy, so I gave him a peek. I didn’t expect him to rub it with his cane!”
“I probably should have told you he’s a little unusual.”
“It’s okay. I got him back in his wheelchair after waxing his staff.”
“Waxing his staff?”
“That’s what he called giving him a hand job. You’re right. He’s an unusual guy and really needed it. When he blew his wad, it looked like a spouting whale. It went all over. Seeing his look of contentment makes me feel so good. You know, Damon, it is so easy making a guy happy. I don’t mind doing it because it brings them so much pleasure.”
A month later, Becky’s driving lessons were over when Damon got very personal.
“Becky, you have been a marvelous help to everyone. You’ve done some really good deeds. Now I need to ask a favor.”
Anxious to please him she said, “What’s that Damon? I’ll do what I can.” Damon parked the car in a secluded alley, and pulled her to him giving her a kiss. At the same time, he moved his hand up her thigh.
“It would be so kind if you used those delicious lips to make me happy like you’ve helped the others.”
She looked up at him with a nurturing smile while she unzipped his pants and pulled out a ripe throbbing cock. Gently he drew her head to his lap. Becky said she was neither surprised nor upset. She knew it was only a matter of time before she could give him pleasure. She owed it to him.
After he zipped up, Damon complimented her saying, “You do that so well, Becky.”
“Thanks. I’ve had a little practice lately at the Society. Do you know Phil? You probably wouldn’t notice him because he is so shy and withdrawn.”
That’s when Becky told me about another needy individual that she helped.
“Anyway, Damon, he joined the Society to become more confident and more assertive. He had never dated and asked me out to go to a movie. I said okay but actually he wanted more. Phil said he never had sex. By the bulge in his pants, I kind of knew what he was getting at. I felt so sorry for him and told him I could help him with his confidence. I gave him a blow job that first night and several nights later. He wanted me to do him deep throat, but I can’t do that!” Even then, it was really amazing how his confidence changed.”
“I believe it, Becky” Damon said. “You’re are a real angel. Look, let me suggest you learn more about deep throat. Tomorrow I’ll get you a little present. I want you to practice with it. It’s an eight inch dildo and if you train yourself, over time you’ll have no problem doing deep throat. Okay?”
“How often do I need to practice?”
“Every day would be good, but if you do it several times a week, that would work. I’m also guessing you probably aren’t a virgin.”
“Most girls my age aren’t virgins, Damon.”
“Well, the little toy I’ll give you can be used in other places if you like. Did Phil ask you to have sex with him?”
“No. Phil said only full members are allowed to have sex with each other.”
“That’s right. However, we can’t have virgins as members, so we have to make sure at your confirmation.
“What’s the confirmation?”
“We’ll talk about that later. First you’ll be presented at your coming out party.”
At this point in her story, Becky was quiet. She was thinking how to help me understand why she continued in the Society. It was about an annual debutant ball at the Society. The Angels that qualified would be presented to the membership at a special dinner. Becky was among them.
“It was a grand event,” she said. “The nominated Angels catered the dinner for the members. We were dressed in tight fitting French maid costumes with plenty of cleavage. I mean, the whole time I was afraid my boobs would fall out of the outfit . After the plates were cleared and the members were having after dinner drinks, we Angles prepared to be presented to the society. There were four of us, all high school Angels. We put on a fashion show modeling seductive intimate lingerie that showed everything, even my pussy. Each of us walked out in front of the members circling the room so everyone could get an up close and personal glimpse. What I didn’t know was that the transparent lace baby doll I wore would soon be used again.”
Becky said the show ended around midnight. Damon drove her home, but not before she had to prove to him that she had learned to deep throat.
“My god, Mom, his dick was so hard, and it twitched in a funny way. I loved how each squirt hit the roof of my mouth and trickled down my throat,” she told me. “I got to even like the taste too.”
That night he told her about the confirmation. He hugged her in a fatherly way, then said there would be four Angels applying for full membership. Each would be confirmed on a different day. She was scheduled for Tuesday evening, five days later.
The confirmation process was really an initiation that Damon called “The Troika.”
She asked Damon, “What’s a Troika?”
He told her that it was a Marquis secret. Then he said, “We don’t talk about it; you experience it. You already know we are a very sensual organization, so you can expect sensory experiences. I’ll be there as your support and your witness.”
She asked him, “Why a witness?”
“It’s a formality reassuring all of the members that an Angel is cooperative and confirmed properly within the Marquis’ mission of courage and kindness.”
At that point in Becky’s story, it began to sound kind of bizarre, especially when Damon took her to a hotel. They had a nice dinner together before he ushered to a ground floor room. On the bed, he had laid out the sheer baby doll negligee she wore at the coming out dinner. He had her change from her street clothes and into the almost invisible lingerie. Becky was blind folded when Damon told her to lay on the bed.
She asked him, “Why the blindfold, Damon?”
“Security, mostly. There is a secret organization called the Circle of Pleasure who will perform the confirmation with you. Some of them are well known. We need to keep those members a secret until you are confirmed. But I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
Becky had no misgivings about what Damon meant by sensory experiences or the meaning of the Circle of Pleasure. She had learned by now that sex was regarded as the primary purpose of the service organization. Becky had serviced a hand full of men by that time, always for the right reasons. At least she was sure she was doing good. However, Becky had never fucked a member because Phil, another member, had said that Angels weren’t allowed to have sex with a Society member until being confirmed. This night would change things.
There was a chill in the room giving her goose bumps when the door to the room opened. Someone she couldn’t see had joined them. From what she could hear, a drink was being poured, glasses clinked, then there was the sound of a zipper. She thought it was from a jacket or sweater. It wasn’t. Moments later, a warm body, a man’s body, snuggled next to her kissing her all over. She was feeling both anxious and excited waiting for what would come next.
Becky said, “Damon, what’s happening?” Damon told her it was alright and relax. The man next to her said nothing but straddled her face, so his balls hung on her lips. She now was aware of what was happening. He took her hand to grip his long hard cock. Damon told her to put it in her mouth. This was very familiar to her. She was helping another man in need.
Becky sucked his dick while he thrust it in and out of her mouth. The man huffed and puffed then blew a ribbon of cum filling her mouth. She was accustomed to swallowing, because it was the thing to do.
There was the zipper sound again and the door opened and closed. “Are we done, Damon?” she asked. “Have I been confirmed?” He brought her a glass of water and told her to relax and enjoy the moment. She washed down what remained of the man’s creamy fluids.
Again the door opened letting in a gust of chilly air. It was like déjà vu, the pouring of a drink, the zipper, and a warm body next to her. She knew it was a man by the strong hands that spread her legs. The man kissed and sucked at her pussy for several minutes before pushing his cock deep into her cunt. She was no virgin but only had sex with high school boys. This was no boy and it felt really good, even great. His thrusts were very masculine, hard and fast, lasting much longer than her boyfriends’. The man finished balls deep inside her, filling her fuck tunnel that began leaking out of her as soon as the man pulled out.
When he had left, Becky said, “That man had a really nice cock, Damon. Can I get dressed now?”
“No, Becky. You haven’t finished the Troika yet. There is one more act of kindness for you to perform,” and the door opened with another rush of a breeze.
The man had his drink and unzipped himself. His rough hands turned Becky over putting her on all fours. She felt a cool gooey gel being smeared on her ass. His finger massaged her butt hole in a circular motion until she felt her anal ring beginning to relax. Then he penetrated her with something that felt cold and hard. It wasn’t what she had expected.
At first, there was only a short poke into her butt hole. Slowly, the object went deeper, and Becky let out a shriek. She was an anal virgin. It wasn’t so much that it hurt as much as it was a surprise.
Just as she began to relax, he pulled out the toy, grabbed her hips and pushed in his hot thick dick. It felt very uncomfortable when he filled her intestines with his full length. It was a sensation of pain and pleasure as he pounded into her, so that she forgot all about the discomfort, and began to hump him like a teenage whore. The ending was just as exciting when he shot a load deep into her rectum.
The Troika was over. She had consummated the final ritual necessary for membership. Now she was eligible to enjoy sex with any member she wanted.
Damon came to her bedside and removed her mask and her lingerie. He passionately kissed her, then said in a kindly voice, “You were wonderful. I’ve been waiting for this day, Becky. Have you wanted me as much as I have wanted you?”
“Oh I hoped for this day, Damon. Can we do it together now?”
“Of course we can, Becky. Now we’re both full members.”
Becky said that Damon kissed and sucked her nipples then embraced her like a true lover. She was still leaking cum when he rammed into her in missionary with her legs spread wide and over his head. Damon didn’t last long that first time, but it wasn’t his last. They stayed the night together and enjoyed more than each other’s company. She felt secure and comfortable with him.
Once confirmed, there was a pool party to celebrate Becky’s membership. Bathing suits were discouraged. Fornication was encouraged. As a full member, she was welcomed into the “Circle of Pleasure.” The Circle was an orgy of sexual exploration. Becky said not a single girl or woman was inhibited in their desires. The men had an insatiable desire for the young girls; the girls for older men; women for women and girls. “Mrs. Tankers was always with one of the girls,” Becky told me.
“Debbie became a member two days after me,” she said. “At a Christmas party shortly after we joined, I saw her screwing four guys. I heard she volunteered for the gang bang that night. Inhibited Phil was one of four men banging her. Debbie just couldn’t say no. You just never know how each girl will turn out.”
Orgies like that became common for Circle of Pleasure members and all the new girls were welcomed into the Circle. As for trying something new, Becky was introduced to DP at Mrs. Tanker’s house with Mr. Tankers and the Mayor. .It wasn’t her favorite way, but it was great being with someone famous. That was at the last Marquis Society party.
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“Really Mom,” she continued, “it was amazing how many girls wanted to join. I guess we were all a bunch of horny girls desperate to be accepted as grown ups.
“Once a member, we were always available to be comfort girls for mourners at funerals, encourage donors at fundraisers, as well as at membership parties. A lot of time we acted as hostesses for men away from home who were relatives or business partners. We all felt we were doing the right thing, like the time I did a good deed for one of the older men who never came to our parties.
“I had seen him at our meeting several times. He must have been in his sixties. The man said his name was Max. He asked if we could talk, maybe with a milkshake at the ice cream shop. I still remember that I ordered a chocolate shake. He had a cup of vanilla. He seemed nervous. The man had a quiet voice which was good because he told me about a problem he was having.
“Max said it was E.D. I didn’t know what that meant so he told me it meant ‘erectile dysfunction’. I still wasn’t sure what that was. The man was a little embarrassed when I asked him to explain it. He suggested that it would be better if we spoke in the car.
“Of course, I had been a Society member for about three months, so it wasn’t shocking when he told me he couldn’t get it up; he couldn’t get an erection. He asked if I would help. I really felt sorry for him. He was such a nice man. I liked him, Mom. I liked him a lot. He was like a grandfather, and I wanted to help.”
Becky ordered another bottle of wine, then went on with her story.
“We drove about five miles out of town to a rustic motel. In the room, he undressed me. When he took off his pants, his penis was small and as limp as a wet sock. I felt even worse for him. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth, but it was a long time before anything happened. It might have been fifteen minutes until he was firm enough to use it properly. Finally, although he wasn’t really hard, he squeezed it inside me. That’s when a miracle happened. I could feel him get harder and harder, long and fat enough to get me all excited. For a man his age, he sure had a lot of energy.
“I had never fucked a man his age before. It was like I was realizing a fantasy of fucking my granddaddy. Anyway, he didn’t cum for a long time but I did. After several mini-orgasms, I climaxed so hard, I let out a scream loud enough to wake the residents buried at Pine Oak Cemetery. I tried to stifle my cries of passion from then on, but it didn’t work. It must have excited him because he shot his spunk load into me only seconds later.
“He called me his miracle worker like in the movie. We would have made a night of it, but I had school the next day. However, I worked my miracles on him several more times.”
“You read in the paper, Mom, about the people sponsoring the Marquis Society. That’s why it was all over the news week after week. My mentor, Damon, was a bank president, then there were ministers, school board members, doctors, lawyers, and even the mayor. That’s when I found out the man with E.D. was the school superintendent.
“I don’t know who the Judas was that betrayed us but once the story got out, that ended the Society. I think it was Suzie. She was only sixteen and kind of naive. She thought DP meant ‘daily prayers’. She was also pregnant. The man that knocked her up claimed he wasn’t the father. He said it probably was one of a half dozen other members she was screwing. Apparently, Suzie really got around with those big tits of hers. Anyway, the guy that got her pregnant told her that she was a slut just like the rest of us girls. I never felt like a slut, mom.”
“Well dear,” I told my daughter, “at that age you were also a little gullible and trusting. You might remember that you filled out your sweaters pretty well when you were sixteen and that attracted a lot of attention. You turned lots of heads at that age. I’m sure it was one reason Mrs. Tankers chose you. At times, it made me a little jealous.”
“Mom, you’ve turned a few heads yourself and still do. Anyway, after the dust settled, I was a little older and a little wiser and back to dating boys my own age. You probably think we were really really dumb falling for that Marquis Society scheme. Sure, they recruited us for sex but Mom, we really did think we were doing good. And like Mrs. Tankers told us, helping people makes you feel good about yourself.”
“I understand dear. We all were a little innocent at that age.”
