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The Ritual
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The Ritual (mf/ff/magik-ish)
I glanced nervously at the others. I could not tell if they looked back
at me, or whether they were gazing into infinity; the candles that lit the
room made eyes seem like bottomless black pits, with only the occasional
glint of a reflected candle flame hinting that there was life within them.
Around the group, the patterned wall hanging seemed to absorb the light,
as if we were adrift in an astral sea. As a novice, I waited for the others
to lead. My gaze traveled the room, and whilst taking in the evocotive smell
of incense, I glanced at the strange and compelling objects that I could
see. I remember a particuluarly ornate candlestick, depicting the torso
of a man, holding a platter (with a candle on it), but the lower half of the
man melted into the hoary boughs of a tree.
Then the others started to remove their clothes, and I watched Irena remove
her long, tassled skirt and start unbuttoning her top, and followed suit. I
saw that Mark had removed his shirt, and Jon was already naked, and making
his way to a closet behind him. I was quickly out of my skirt and blouse,
and looked at the others before removing my underwear. Irena was just taking
off her frilly panties, and the other two were naked. Soon were were all
'skyclad' and sitting round the circle on small folded towels.
We gave thanks that we could all gather together on this night, and bowed
to the centre of the group. We stood up, and Jon went over to a table, upon
which were the various aritfacts required tonight.
I looked at Jon's well built and muscular body, reaching over the table.
I prefered Mark's slimer body. Much more compact, but just as strong. I
looked down at his limp penis and, without thinking, ran my tounge along my
upper lip.
My eyes then took in Irena's petite body. Her breasts were smaller than
mine; I envied her legs, though. They were very trim; she then walked towards
me and gave my hand a squeeze and threw me a reassuring grin.
Jon returned with a small knife, with which he marked out a circle in the
center of the floor. He handed a small bag to Irena; from which she took
flour to trace out the circle. They similarly marked out a star in the center
to make a pentogram.
Jon then instructed me to lay down in the circle, and as I did I felt the
coolness of the wooden floor on my back. I was spreadeagled in the circle,
my head and a limb at each point of the pentagram. I looked round at the
others, an watched as Jon approached with a cloth, with which he covered my
eyes, so I would not see the preparations.
I could hear the soft music and the murmurs of the others as they prepared
themselves for the ritual of initiation. I listened to see what they were
doing. They moved to surround my supline body, and then said thanks again
for being there, and sipped a herbal drink they had prepared earlier. They
then went to the table, and I heard the preparation of body paints, and a
silence as they painted each other. Then, I could hear the slightest jangle;
some sort of jewelry. I then heard a rustle of cloth, and then the gentle
patter of approaching feet.
I heard breathing, and then I could feel the caress of the brushes as they
began to paint my body. Jon lead the ceremony, and so it was Irena and
Mark that were painting me. As the brushes touched my breasts, I could feel
my nipples harden, and as they worked down my body, I could feel the growing
dampness between my legs. Finally, they reached my feet, and walked off. They
put down the paints and returned.
"Are you ready to give yourself, mind and body, to the spirits we will
invoke?" asked Jon.
This was the point of no return. All the discussions and explanations of
the last few weeks crystalised into this one instant.
"Yes," I replied.
I felt my body being gently caressed by six hands. I became more aroused,
my initial embarassement now gone. I felt a mouth press to mine, and lower
down, I felt one on each thigh. I could feel tounges touching and stroking
my thighs, moving gradually towards my exposed love nest. My blindfold was
removed and I could see that it was Jon who was kissing my mouth, dressed
in an open robe, and painted with flames up his body. I looked at the others,
now caressing the area between my thighs and labia, shaved for the occasion,
and admired their painted bodies. Their tounges moved closer together, and
they simultaneously entwined with each other, and performed a skating dance
on my whole vagina.
Jon knelt up, and offered his penis to my now-hungry mouth. Whilst I
was engaged in pleasuring him with my mouth, the others pleasured me also.
I started as Irena's tounge found my clitoris, whilst Marks entered me. I
could feel my lips part as his tounge probed inside my now-sodden folds of
tender flesh. Jon moved so that more of his engorged penis could enter my
mouth. I had practiced, and raised my shoulders, tilted my head and accepted
the whole of his salty penis into my mouth. I sucked hard to keep my lips
pressed tightly to the base of his organ, and swallowed again to stimulate
his sensitive head. His hands kneeded my breasts, grasping and pressing with
enough force to really stimulate them.
I could feel the tide of orgasm begin to well up within me, and then Mark
replaced his tounge with his penis. I could feel his soft but firm penis
head caressing the very entrance to my love tunnel, but he did not enter
me yet. My clitoris was still receiving the expert attention of Irena's
darting tounge, and I knew this was it. As Mark's penis plunged fully into
me, I came for the first time that night. As he thrust gently in and out, I
writhed and gasped, and removed Jon's penis from the depths of my throat.
After just a few strokes, Mark left me, and they helped me to my feet.
Still weak from orgasm, I was lead to a table covered with a thick, soft
cloth. I was layed on my back, with my ass on the edge of the table, my
twin holes accesable to them. They admired my body for a few seconds, hands
lightly brushing all over. Then Irena climbed up on the table and straddled
my head. As she lowered herself to my waiting mouth, I caught a glimpse of
the two men, erections in hand, approaching me. As I began to explore Irena
with my mouth, tounge and nose, I felt one of others mounting the other end
of the table. I then felt a penis once again preparing to enter me. I then
felt another, lower down this time, lubricated with my own juice, approaching
the previously-tabu entrance to my ass. They both gently rubbed at me with
the tips of their organs, and then simultaneously began to enter, the pain
of my never-stretched virgin ass expanding to accept the thickness of an
aroused penis and the pleasure eminating from my vagina mingling into one
intense sensation. I continued to stimulate Irena, who by now was bucking
and gyrating, covering my whole lower face with her copious love juices.
She moved back and forth, but each time a little forward, until I felt her
puckering anus brush my lips. I moved my hands round to rub her clitoris
and vagina, simultaneously exploring her ass with my lips and tounge,
easing her tight ring open that my tounge might enter her forbidden hole.
The two organs entering me began to speed up. I realised that my own love
fluids were running down and lubricating Marks increasingly vigorous thrusts
into and out of my ass. Irena began to cry out with pleasure as her whole
crotch, from clitoris to anus recieved the lubricated pleasures of my
hands and mouth. I could also hear one of the men begin to grunt in time
with the thrusting.
As the four of us increased our tempo yet further, I began to feel the
most indescribable feelings of fulfillment and joining.
My ass began to protest at the violence and depth of the assault of Mark's
organ; but I still felt calm.
Although my body was being used by these three others for their own pleasure,
they were also worshiping my body; their sexual energy was focused on me.
Jon's penis was withdrawing so far I could feel the lining of my snatch
being pulled out to a painful extent, but I relaxed as my mind slipped into
a new state of awareness.
Irena's fingernails grasped at my breasts as her orgasm approached, and my
tounge was tiring from my efforts to enter her twin holes further and more
deeply, but I felt as though I was in a dream.
Suddenly my body exploded in the ecstasy of the most intense orgasm I have
ever experienced. It stemmed from deep inside my vagina, either causing or
caused by the explosion of Jon's seed. It spread to my ass, where Mark, with
a loud groan similarly deposited his own load, and finally reached my head
at the same time as a great shower of juice from Irena's orgasming love
tunnel. It lasted through their orgasm, and beyond. I felt a new high as
Mark and Jon removed themselves from my body, and noticed that Irena had
left as well.
I layed there, my legs opening and closing in time with the spasms running
though my vagina. They watched as I lay there, still moaning loudly, as
each spasm sent yet more sensations through my nervous system, each nerve
screaming, and reaching cresendo after cresendo, before they began to
dim, like the last flicker of a dying candle, and I lay still.
Sexy Dingo
[If you think this is a turn-on, you should see my PhD thesis...:) ]
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