"Oooo," Patsy gasped as Ellen's fingers wormed through the hot soupy entrance of her virgin pussy. "Ooooo… oooo… unnn… aaah!"

Ellen's finger probed, finding the cherry-skin. "She's cherry," Ellen announced. "Cherry, but hot as a fucking whore!"

Everyone sighed, then laughed. Each girl looked at Patsy, who was writhing naked on the floor of the barn. This was one of the best parts of the initiation.

Ellen was creaming her jeans. Patsy's pussy was drenched, and it took all of her willpower not to bury her face between the blonde's luscious thighs and suck her off. Later, she knew, things would be different. Patsy, like Tracy and Mary had been, would be easy, like plucking cherries from a tree.

Ellen brought her wet sticky fingers from Patsy's cunt. "Lick my fingers clean," she said, smearing the sticky ooze over Patsy's mouth. "Suck 'em."

Patsy, working in a world of darkness, tasted the juice of her own pussy. Being forced to lick her own cream was erotic, turning her on even more. She sucked, swirling in a sightless world of lust. Being displayed, fondled, and exposed to everyone in the club had her crazy-hot.

Ellen knew, saw all the signs. She raised her hand for silence and a hush fell over the group of horny girls. Someone in the back stood, went to a stall and quietly led Cloud, the white Arabian stallion to the center of the barn.

Patsy, her body on fire, heard the sounds of the stallion's hoofs. "What's that?" she asked.

Ellen took the horse's reigns from the girl. "Shut up and don't move," she said. Ellen expertly guided the horse into position.

Patsy, not knowing what was going on, became frightened. The scent of the horse reached her nostrils. "What's going on?" she asked. "Tell me!"

"Shut up," Mary whispered. "You want to join the club, don'tcha?"

Ellen was on the floor. "Mary's right. Any more talk and you're out."