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The Ritual

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. Free sex stories xxx archives can be found here.

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 evocative smell of incense, I glanced at the strange and compelling objects that I could see. I remember a particularly 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. xxx sex stories archives of sexy mature housewife.

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 artifacts required tonight. Horny cougar mom sex xxx stories can be found on our website.

I looked at Jon’s well built and muscular body, reaching over the table.

I preferred Mark’s slimmer body. Much more compact, but just as strong. I looked down at his limp penis and, without thinking, ran my tongue 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 pentagram.

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 sublime 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 nude 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. Finest xxx sex stories and Kristen Archives can be found here.

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 crystallized into this one instant.

“Yes,” I replied.

I felt my body being gently caressed by six hands. I became more aroused, my initial embarrassment now gone. I felt a mouth press to mine, and lower down, I felt one on each thigh. I could feel tongues 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 tongues 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 tongue found my clitoris, whilst Marks entered me. I could feel my lips part as his tongue 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 kneaded 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 tongue 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 tongue, 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.