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Enter the Ex

By: smally



It had been 4 years since the break-up. It was pretty ugly and hurtful. She had accused me of cheating (she didn't know for sure), I called her frigid and boring. She trumped it all by saying I was a bad lover, "way too fast" and that she usually had to fake it.

I had moved on, stayed in the city and held a good job. I moved up through the ranks and was now East Coast manager for my publishing company.

I had a 4 o'clock meeting; funny it's Friday the 13th. . . In walked Kyra, my ex, promptly at 4. I was shocked and quickly scanned my appointment list K. Washburn, new district manager. She reports to the Southeast manager, who works under me.

She actually looked great; a very trim woman of about 5 foot 2. She was still quite attractive and her wavy brown shoulder-length hair framed her pretty face nicely.

She smiled and brought me up to date. After we split, she was in a bit of a slump and gained some weight and moved around quite a lot. She fell in love with and married a successful businessman; a salesman, but it fell apart when she learned he was cheating on her during his frequent trips.

After the divorce, she went to University and took up communications and minored in psychology. She also hit the school gym nearly every day which helped her lose all the weight "and then some." She also took and mastered karate.

The weight loss and fitness gains, along with the karate and her success in school, gave her confidence a "tremendous boost."

We talked for 2 hours; well, mostly it was her talking. It was so nice to hear her. Her voice so soft and calming, yet she oozed confidence as she spoke. I was fascinated. 

She apologized and told me that she "feels like she hijacked my meeting."

I realized it was after 6 and I hadn't even covered any of my intended meeting topics such as what I expected from her in her new role.

She suggested we continue over dinner. I had plans with my fiancé, Keely, but I had to hear more and get into my meeting topics. She smiled when I told her I would have to "break a date" to continue. 

She excused herself to go freshen-up and I called Keely. Keely understood my needing to continue the meeting; I didn't mention that it was with my ex. We made a date for the following night, she would come into the city and we would have dinner then stay over. I made reservations and booked a room at the Park Central.

I met Kyra in the lobby and she told me that she got us reservations at the Country Inn for 7.30. She asked me to meet her there, saying she needed to stop in at her hotel first.

I got to the Carlton Hotel at 7:20 and took a seat in the lobby a few minutes later, Kyra stepped out of the elevator. She was dressed to the nines in a slinky black dress and black leather pumps. I was glad that I didn't change out of my dark suit as we walked over to the entrance of the restaurant.

She looked so sexy that it was hard for me to focus. Her low cut dress complicated things too and I could tell she was braless. She could get away with it too; she was so fit and firm that her pert b cup breasts had no need for a bra. 

After we ordered our dinner, she continued telling her story. I was fascinated as she spoke of her coursework and strength training. She spoke at length about her confidence and how she excelled at everything she's done. She also smiled as she told me that she "always gets everything she wants."

The more she spoke, the more I looked up to her. I realized how powerful she had become. It felt as if my confidence was draining and I even felt small in her presence.

She wore a beautiful diamond bracelet on her left arm and she spun it around her wrist slowly as she talked. I found myself drawn to it once she asked my opinion on it. 

"Do you like it?" she asked. 

"Yes" I replied.

"Do you love it?" she asked. 

"Yes, I love it," I responded. 

She continued to turn the bracelet as her words washed over me. "You miss me, don't you?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"You love my pussy too, don't you?" 

"Yes," I answered.

"I was the best lover you ever had, wasn't I?" 

"Yes, you were" I agreed.

"You want me, don't you?" 

"Oh Yes," I said; my voice wavering.

"You can't have me," she said with a mean smile. I felt a sinking feeling and felt like I could cry. She said "unless," and then paused. 

I felt hope, so I pleaded "unless what Kyra? . . . Anything . . . Please tell me," I begged.

"Here comes our meals, let Kyra think for a few minutes while you eat like a good boy. . . you're gonna' need your strength for later," she said with a smile.

I obeyed and ate like I hadn't eaten in days. 

After we ate, she took off her ring and put it in a small jewelry box. She put it in my hand and told me to kneel, as if I were proposing. As she gave it to me, she said "listen well and respond immediately, if I want any chance to be hers."

I got on my knee and she quickly and quietly listed her demands. The other diners all looked on while she said: "agree to this and you are mine: I will own you; you will obey me without question; you will not have sex with anyone but me, you will not even be able to get hard, without my permission; you will fear me for my strength and power. Once you realize you are fully mine, you will immediately have an orgasm. Do you agree to my commands?" she finished. 

"Oh yes," I replied. Just then the best orgasm ever began to wash over me. 

She smiled as she looked down into my eyes. She winked at me and said "yes" as she hugged and kissed me.

Seeing this, other diners clapped and cheered. They thought we were a romantic couple and that I had just proposed.

Our waitress appeared shortly, bringing us a bottle of champagne. After the waitress congratulated us, my new mistress told her we would bring it upstairs. I paid the bill and followed Kyra to the elevators. She pushed the button for the 17th floor then raised the hem of her dress, exposing her bare pussy. 

She asked if I wanted to lick her pussy and I started begging. She laughed as she lowered the hem of the dress. "Maybe later," she said as the elevator approached our floor.

Kyra led me to the room and opened the door. It was beautiful and spacious; huge for a New York hotel. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes, then motioned for me to kneel. She ran her hand through my hair as I began kissing her knees, then her thighs.

She told me to undress for her, so I quickly stripped. I stood there completely naked as she looked me over. I exercise frequently, so I'm in quite good shape for my age of 37. My confidence waned a bit as I looked to Kyra, who still fully dressed, did not show any signs of approval.

Once again, she motioned for me to kneel and I complied. She slowly took off her black dress and tossed it on the wing-backed chair. She looked amazing as she stood there wearing only stockings, garter belt, and her jewelry. 

As she took off her stockings, the fine muscles on her arms and shoulders flexed and moved as if dancing. She was magnificent and I felt lucky to be kneeling before her. 

She told me to stand and then pointed at my flaccid cock and said "I want you hard." My cock suddenly swelled, probably harder than it's ever been.

She wrapped her right hand around it and said "this will do" as she led me to the bath and had me kneel in the shower stall. She turned the shower on a gentle setting, but the water was very hot. She left, then returned with the champagne and opened it before climbing in the shower with me.

The hot water rained on her and down to me. I was kissing her thighs; so sexy and firm. I longed to be held between them.

She dragged he long nails gently over her pussy and up over her nipples. She poured the ice-cold champagne over her body. I looked up and saw it cascade over her hard nipples, down over her taut abs, then finally over her pussy. 

I licked and sucked her pussy, greedily drinking in mouthfuls of champagne. She held the back of my head and held me tight to her pussy; grinding it hard against my mouth. I tasted her as her body shuddered; her pussy was so juicy as she roughly bucked against me. 

I kept licking and sucking as she was in the throes of her second orgasm. After a moment she slowed and relaxed a bit.

She had me stand and told me it was my turn. She caressed my cock; dragging her bright red nails along the underside of my shaft. That felt incredible, but after a minute she switched her focus to the head. 

She said it's "still cute," but I knew she always loved it. I always got so hard and my cock's thickness and appearance always turned her on.

She poured some champagne on my cock and the hot to cold sensations helped prolong the session.

She caressed the tip with her nails for a minute or two; it felt unbelievable and made my body tremble. She said "cum for me now" and my cock erupted; my cum landing on her wrist and up he forearm. She had me lick it off; the taste of my cum, the water, and the champagne was still with me when she kissed me deeply.

I looked into her deep dark eyes and said "I'm so glad you showed up." 

She smiled and said that she knew this would be "worth the wait."

Enter the Mosh Pit!



Song Lyrics by Smashing Pumpkins.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Since this is a work of fiction the illegal actions described within are just works of fantasy to be used for personal sexual pleasure only, and are in no way condoned as acceptable behavior outside the realm of internet fantasy. This means don't try this in the real world. All characters are at least 18 years of age. 

*

Sex, Drugs, and Rock-and-Roll have never had much meaning for me until several years ago when my friend Chuck suggested we go a Smashing Pumpkins concert. Chuck said, "It was a good place to get laid." I asked him what he meant by that, 'a good place to get laid', I thought we were going to a concert not a whore house. 

"Ben, buddy boy, I have a friend who can score us some 'Special K' and we slip it into some chick's beer, and presto she's putty in your hands." 

"How are we going to get laid at the concert even if we drug them, there is the small problem of all the people around us?" 

"Two words for you Ben, 'Mosh Pit!'" 

Now I was intrigued I had never heard of a mosh pit before, you could say I was a virgin to the sleazy side of rock concerts. Chuck told me that in the mosh pit all sorts of stuff happens, people slam into each other, they crowd surf, or they cop cheap feels from the females. At this I was all in.

We arrive at the concert and headed down to the mosh pit area, god it was hideously crowded at the Dome. We found a nice spot to watch the band and the moshers at the same time. I instantly got hard when I saw a girl in a tight red mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, and a tub top that barely kept her large tits covered. I tried to make my way over to her. I had previously bought a beer and laced it with the Special K in hopes that I could offer it to some young hottie. Now was my chance.

I tapped the blond girl on the shoulder and asked her if she would like a beer. When she turned I was surprised to see how young she looked, I hoped she was at least 18, but at the moment I really didn't care. Her face was that of an angel, and her nipples were poking through her top. They were the size of cherries. She at first was unsure of what to say, but I said, "It's ok, it's free." In my head I knew exactly what price she would pay for my beer. 

"Well ok, if it's free," and she took the beer from my hand. That briefest touch sent shivers up my spine, and then instantly traveled back down to my limp dick to give me the world's biggest hard on. 

"My name's Ben." I offered her my hand to shake. 

"Hey, my name is Cindy." She took my hand and shook it briefly. We chatted a few minutes about this and that, then the show started.

I love listening to loud music and today was no different. The band played with heart and soul, and I felt like I was in a different world. People started to dance and in the mosh pit it is something to see. People were slamming into each other without regard for their personal safety, or the safety of others. One guy tried to stage jump, but no one caught him, and he landed with a thud. I laughed my ass off. Then I noticed that Cindy was starting to grind her ass into my pelvis. It was faint, but it was there. I was not sure if the drug was working or she was just getting into the mood of the concert.

About a half-hour into the concert I decided to push Cindy into the pit. She got bounced around a bit and then came flying back into my direction. I could tell when she landed into my arms that she was gone. I turned her around, and had her take one last chug of her beer before making her drop her drink. I bent her over to make it look like she was trying to pick it up. With her in this position I was able to rub my crotch into the crack of her ass. Again it did not take long to get wood. I quickly unzipped my jeans and fished out my 'Alabama Slammer'. A lot of ladies have ridden the 'Python' and had wanted to ride it a second time. 

I then grasped her panties and I ripped them clean off. Oh, the sight that I saw was magnificent! She was bald as a baby's bottom. I did not have time for foreplay so I took my beer and poured it into her crack and then onto my cock. When both were well lubed I thrust into her with one gigantic push. Thankfully the music was so loud because this chick screamed like she had just been shot. Luckily no one around us heard her cries and pleas for help. 

As I looked down at my cock fucking her good and hard in her abused cunt I saw blood. My god, I'm fucking a virgin! I decided then and there to fuck her several times before the concert ended. I pounded into her with all of my might. "My god you have the tightest cunt I have ever felt. I am gonna make you into a slut tonight. Take this bitch." I don't think she heard me, nor did I care. As I fucked her pussy I started to spank her ass. The music blared: 

"Say hello before you say goodbyeI should go before you make me cryShe wants to bleed every drop inside of mebut I aim to please the little girl inside of me, too"

Who could have asked for a better song to fuck the shit out of some hot bitch? I sawed my cock in and out of her tight twat. Her pleas for help died down, and I thought I heard the slightest moan escape from her throat.

"slit my wrists and die a whorelove to love to love what you adoreI can give you anything, but please let me be your everythingyou lose"

Oh God, my cock loved the tight feel she provided. With her bent over I was hitting the deepest parts of her young tender cunt, parts that have never touched before. Her wet slit made my fucking her easy. I started a slow thrusting motion, but eventually picked up speed and power. I could hear my body slap against her ass. I think she started to get into or maybe it was the beer and drugs. I felt her cunt start to milk my hard dick. The feeling was incredible. 

Somewhere in the middle of this incredible fuck, I let loose the biggest load of potent baby making sperm I have ever let loose on a woman. God I felt like my nuts were going to cum out my dick along with the rest of my man-seed. 

"my love is weaknessmy love is oh so wrongmy love is sadnessmy love is oh so strongmy teeth are razor sharpmy love is fucking strongI'll be with youbut not for longoh, oh, oh"

The amazing thing was that I did not go soft at all. I wondered if it was the music, or this tight cunt? Nah it was the Viagra I popped before coming here. I kept right on nailing this chick.

"who is sorry now? who is sorry now? who is sorry now? if I show you how, will you let me down? will you let me down? please let me downplease let me down"

At one point Chuck found me, and patted me on the shoulder and he said, "See I told you so." At which point he unzipped his cargo pants, pulled his cock out, lifted the girl's head to his shaft, and he offered his cock to her waiting mouth and she gobbled him up. Chuck was a little gentler then I was with this girl. As Chuck fucked her mouth, I pistoned into her now well used cunt. 

"Jesus Christ Ben she has a hot mouth." 

"Her ex-virgin twat is even hotter." 

"Hot damn you nailed a virgin? Well that might mean I'm getting sucked by a virgin as well." Chuck continued to thrust into Cindy's mouth. He grabbed two big handfuls of hair and fucked her silly. I heard slurping noises coming from her. I saw her reach up and fondle his nut sack. Maybe it was to make him cum, maybe it was to pull him out of her throat. Chuck had stuffed all 8 inches into her mouth and she seemed to gag a bit gasping for air. 

"Oh! Argh! Um! Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh shit here it comes." With that I saw Chuck tense up and he shot his first load down her throat. He quickly pulled out of her mouth. When he did she gasped for precious air only to have Chuck shoot his next load into her face. He then quickly pulled her tube top down to expose her magnificent breasts and finished spewing all over her tits. He rubbed his sperm into her smooth skin with his fat dickhead, while she swallowed the sperm that was in her mouth. Chuck scooped the cum that was on her face and made her suck his fingers clean. "God Ben that was hot!"

With all of the thrusting Chuck did he had pulled Cindy off my cock, and when I thrust back into her she had shifted somewhat. When I pushed back in I was met with a tight dry resistance, and a violent scream. I then realized I was now fucking the shit out of her ass. "Thanks Chuck, you made me take her anal cherry." We both laughed at that comment. I really love a good butt-fuck and was really getting into this one. Her sphincter gripped me like a glove. Every time I thrust into her, she farted. The vibrations only served to bring my cock to orgasm faster. Chuck shoved his fat chub, back into her mouth to keep her quiet.

It wasn't long before I felt that tingle in my sack that said here it cums. I thrust one final time into her pop chute and dumped another load into her ass. When I pulled out I heard a pop sound and saw that I had stretched her wide open. My sperm oozed out of her shitter and started to run into her cunt. I told Chuck to trade places because I needed to get cleaned up. We turned her around. Chuck could not decide which hole to screw so he started to screw both. I jammed my rod deep into her mouth, and made her clean me up. When I felt she had done a good job I rewarded her for a job well done.

I slowly shoved my piece of meat down her throat, and let her throat muscles gag on my cock to make me cum again. I would pull out just enough to let her catch her breath, only to slam it back down. It took me nearly three more songs before I came in her mouth. As I was stroking it into her I grabbed her huge tits and squeezed them for all I was worth. Her nipples became hard as a rock. After I came in her mouth I stood her up, if only to suck those nips.

God her nips were nice and tasty. I chewed on them till I found myself with another hard-on. Two was always my limit, so this was like a new record for me. I moved up and stuck my cock into her pussy. Chuck had been fucking her ass, and it was an interesting sensation to have another man's cock rubbing near your own. Then the unthinkable occurred, Chuck pulled out of her ass, and rammed it into her pussy. I saw that Cindy was about to scream again so I kissed her passionately and snaked my tongue into her waiting mouth. It tasted salty, but I guess I should have expected that.

This was definitely new ground for me. Her pussy was now super stretched and Chuck's cock was rubbing against mine. It was so erotic that I was actually getting turned on by the feeling of cock on cock. I could not take it any longer. With Cindy's juices spewing out of her cunt and running down her legs and mine, I climaxed into her and onto Chuck. When Chuck felt my explosion of cum he thrust one last time then started to jerk and convulse into her and onto me as well. Each time someone came it caused more intense explosions. This lasted for about a minute. 

Before I knew what was happening the band had finished their last song and the lights were coming up. Chuck and I zipped up and left Cindy laying on the arena floor with her top down and her skirt up. I took her panties as a souvenir. As I started to leave the arena I saw someone make his way over to her to 'help her out' as she started to stir. I'll never forget this night of debauchery. 



Enter the Temple



This story contains male-male oral sex, female domination, pegging, spiritual themes and a religious sex cult. Some may categorize this story differently It may be the first of several stories surrounding the Ultharan religion.

*****

It was a Friday night in late October when everything changed.

I had been dating Jane for two months. She was beautiful, and I was falling in love with her. Her hair was raven black and cut in a cute pixie style, her eyes emerald green and her skin alabaster. At five feet eleven inches, she towered over my five ten when she wore heels. Maybe you can tell from my adjectives that I'm even more smitten than I was then. Both of us have changed considerably in the two years since that night, but I'm still crazy about her. 

Crazy is the operative word in this story. That's what that night was.

It began in an ordinary way though. I parked in the alley next to the garage, went through the gate and up the steps to her apartment. Jane lived at home with her parents, but they let her move into the garage apartment for some privacy and autonomy. She wasn't home, and I was more than a little confused. The next day was her birthday, and I was going to surprise her with an early gift, movie and dinner in a restaurant that really was more expensive than a college student can afford. We'd made plans.

Wrapped gift in hand, I made my way down the steps and took a seat. I texted her and waited. There was no response.

After another minute or two, her mother opened the back door.

"Conrad?"

"Yes, Mrs. Parker."

"Jane's not there. She's gone to her cousin's in Big Fork to help with the baby. She told me to tell you she's sorry and that she will be back tomorrow."

I was a little crestfallen, but I understood. Her cousin had a newborn, and her cousin's husband was in Afghanistan.

"Why don't you come on in and I'll fix you a plate. George and I are just finishing ours, but it's the least I can do."

Jane's mom is an excellent cook. I couldn't say no.

Soon, I was sitting at their table eating a simple but satisfying meal of roast beef, a baked potato and spinach and drinking red wine.

Together, Jane's parents are among the most attractive of middle-aged couples I've seen. They look like one of those couples in the Cialis commercials. Adele is my height, slender and blonde with nice curves. She's a little more buxom than her daughter, although Jane has beautiful breasts. George is an athletic six three with dark hair, a light tan complexion and graying at the temples.

For the first few minutes, we made polite conversation about school, George's business and Adele's job in hospital administration. I finished eating and Adele insisted on getting me a second glass of wine. As she poured the beaujolais, she said, "There's something George and I have wanted to talk to you about, Conrad."

I anticipated something along the lines of "what are your intentions in regard to our daughter." I got that plus something I never in a million years would have predicted.

"Has Jane told you anything at all about our family's religious beliefs? Even anything vague?"

I searched my memory.

"No ... oh, I know you go to an Episcopal church. Sort of an Easters and Christmas thing. Isn't that right? I guess I thought all of you were pretty secular."

Adele and George looked at each other.

Adele said, "You're are correct, Conrad. George and I do attend St. John's from time to time, and really more socially than anything else. We're actually quite devout, but to a religion that we're almost certain you're unfamiliar with. We are Ultharans."

I'm sure I blinked. I'd never even heard the word before. They smiled.

"Don't worry," Adele said. "It's not a scary cult. We're not going to ask you for money or to move into a commune. But, if you're as serious about Jane as we think you are, then you're going to have to become a part of it in some way."

I was taken aback by this. Finally, he decided on a safe course of action.

"Well, Adele, I have an open mind. I'm willing to learn more."

Adele and George looked at each other, and then at Conrad.

"In order to do that, Conrad," George finally spoke. "You're going to have to pass an initiation, a test. If you pass it, then all sorts of doors will open, and we'll answer nearly every question we can."

I was wary, but asked what the test was.

Adele looked straight into his eyes and said, "The Temple of Ulthara's rite of initiation requires you to have sex with the high priest and high priestess. ... That's George and me."

I was speechless.

"Holy shit!" he thought. "I've fallen in love with Jane and she's part of some fucked-up sex cult."

To say that the moment was awkward would be a gross understatement. Adele was looking at her smart phone and appeared to send a text.

Adele finally broke the prolonged silence. There was sadness in her voice, a disappointment.

"We completely understand if you want to leave now," she said. "If you do though, we only ask that you keep the content of our entire conversation about the Temple in confidence."

As she said that, Adele's phone chimed that it had received a file.

"It's a video from Jane. She wants you to see it."

Adele held the phone out after pressing play.

I saw her face and felt both relief at seeing her face and dread of what it might mean.

"Conrad, I love you. I know it seems weird, and you probably feel very weird right now. I completely understand that," she said with some visible anxiety. "I really hope you'll obey them and agree to taking the test. I need you to do this. I want you to do this for me so we can be together. If you can't do it, then I understand that, too. If you don't, then we'll always be friends."

There was no goodbye. The video just ended.

The emotional pressure on me was intense. At the same time, I couldn't seem to get up and leave. Finally, Adele broke the silence.

"Conrad, George and I are going down into the basement. We'll be down there for some time. We hope you'll follow us. If you can't, then just let yourself out the back and leave."

She got up, followed by George, and then she kissed Conrad lightly on the forehead. The couple opened the cellar door and disappeared down the stairs.

"Sex with both of them," I wondered. "What do I do. It's make or break time. I guess I've always been a little bi-curious. Adele is hot. My girlfriend even wants me to do it, which is completely weird all on its own. They're not asking me to kill anyone. It's just sex, and it'll deepen my bond with Jane. ... I don't know. I love her, but this is so weird. Can I trust them?"

These thoughts repeated over and over again as questions in my head for the next several minutes. In the middle of his deep cogitation, I suddenly found himself at the doorway. My decision was a conscious one though, and I descended the stairs.

At first I was puzzled by the apparent absence of Adele and George, but then I noticed an open hatch in the floor and soft light shining up from it. When I got close enough, I saw the first top step of a spiral staircase. I again went down into a relatively plain room that was roughly 20 feet by 20 feet with a very high ceiling. The walls were covered in strange glyphs and letters I couldn't decipher. Indirect light with a yellowish tinge bathed the room.

On a dais a few feet in height was a golden woman who stood with arms akimbo. Below her was a kneeling man, also in gold, sitting on his haunches. Both were slightly larger than life and the metal cutaway where their metal genitals would have been. In their place were their fleshy counterparts. The man's was semi-erect. I guess it was George's. I was able gradually to discern that these images did not have back halves, allowing George and Adele to position themselves. The two-level dais included niches for kneeling in front of the male and female figures. Steps curved up and down at the sides of the platform.

I stood still and waited. Finally, I heard Adele's voice speak in a language I didn't recognize, then she translated the words into English.

"In the beginning, Olkoth the Father released his seed into the womb of Ulthara, Goddess the Mother. The universe and Earth grew in her womb. In your beginning, supplicant, your father released his seed into the womb of your mother. Thus life begets life endlessly. Enter the Temple of Ulthara as you entered the world, naked. Take off your clothes, Conrad." 

I disrobed and placed them on a nearby bench along the wall.

Again, I heard the indecipherable words first, then the English.

"Show your gratitude to Olkoth for his seed. Kneel before him and bring it forth, but do not consume the seed. You will bring it to the mother."

The entire thing felt like an out of body experience, surreal and vertiginous. I kneeled. 

George's cock was long, thick and now almost purple with hardness. It was a trick of the soft, yellow lighting though that it almost blended into the gold of the statue. George's scrotum was larger than normal, too, and the skin loose. I could see that his balls were outsize as well. 

I buried my face in them with a sigh, breathing in the musky but intoxicating odor of maleness. Any reluctance at sucking cock I might have had burned up in the heat of lust. I was surprised to hear himself moan. I sucked at George's scrotum and massaged his balls with my lips. My tongue traveled slowly up the shaft, bathing and caressing it worshipfully as I ascended.

George was clean. His skin tasted, not surprisingly, like skin. Once there, the tip of my tongue circled the glans and teased it. George's breathing picked up. I put the tip of his cock in my mouth, careful to keep my teeth away, and then I began slowly sucking as I took more and more of the shaft. Its girth filled my mouth. I gorged on it and with some coughing, I swallowed hard and managed to get the cockhead into my throat. I was buried in his pubic hair, his scent deep into my senses. Although breathing through my nose surprisingly was easy, I backed off and descended again, keeping the head just inside my mouth at the farthest point up. Down I went again. With each bob and plunge, it got easier and easier, my spit more plentiful. The taste of precum was in my mouth. I could sense the pulse of blood in him when I paused. Somehow he seemed to grow even larger.

Meanwhile, Adele maintained a steady background mutter in that strange language. She wasn't bothering to translate now, but its faster and faster rhythm seemed to be moving me higher into an ecstatic state. It drove George's libido, too. My sucking fell into the same rhthym as her chants. I was on an upsuck when it happened. The seed of Olkoth coated my tongue, rope after rope, more copious than I would have expected. I waited for George to finish, and then approached Adele, moving in a half crouch from the lower steps to the upper.

"Kneel before the Avatar of Ulthara. Kneel before the High Priestess of the Temple and deliver the seed of Olkoth to Her," she said in English.

I fell into the kneeling niche between the legs of the statue. I could see Adele's pubic triangle - dark and dense but neatly trimmed.

"Show me the seed," she commanded.

I opened my mouth. 

"Good, now, deliver it. Bring life into the void. Below is the real Temple where life may grow."

I coated her pubic hair and pussy with as much of the cum as I could, in and out. When most of it was gone, she ordered me to swallow the remainder, and I did. The taste had been unlike what I had expected. It was good and sweet as honey. Again on her command, I kneeled back.

"You've done well, Conrad," I heard Adele say. "In a moment, you will thank the Goddess for Creation and drink of her essence. Until I tell you to though, I want you to listen to me. This Temple of Ulthara is one of many world wide, but they are small and secret places. We are few in number but we anticipate growth very soon. Ulthara has returned and soon we will begin reshaping the world. Jane will be one of our highest leaders and soon will take my place. You may be at her side if our hopes are fulfilled, but you will have a choice to make before then. We do not force people to do anything.

"The Temple celebrates life and creation. We don't sacrifice animals or people or ask for needless suffering. Ulthara asks Her followers to seek healthy pleasure in sex and the world she has made. Now, you will give thanks to me, Her Avatar."

My cock dripped precum and I was impossibly hard. I had not dared touch it. It was only then I noticed it was dripping onto a large silver plate etched with symbols.

With eagerness, I kissed and licked at Adele's pussy. Her scent and taste were powerful and I became drunk on her quite quickly. 

"What is going on?" an inner voice asked. Was it the incense, the chanting, magic or some secret mix of chemicals and experience? I definitely was in an ecstatic state, again, but it wasn't the same as will George/Olkoth. It was that and more.

Adele's juices, the Unction of Ulthara, flowed steadily and plentifully from her, not in bursts or waves. I became besotted. My face covered in her scent from brow to chin. Her taste was so satisfying and complex, one moment salty, the next savory and then sweet. I couldn't get enough. I never felt more at home then I did then between her legs. No one could have dragged me away. It was a drug and until I die I never will forget the texture and flavor of her pussy. Its slick, wet holiness, carnal and divine in one. I wallowed in her. I moaned and begged for more. Finally, she reached a crescendo, but did not order me to stop.

My tongue circled her clit but didn't touch it, then I plunged down to get underneath her and insert my tongue inside. I licked hungrily and teased her G spot. Adele shuddered under my worship. Again, she orgasmed and again I kept licking and loving her cunt. Wide, my lips covered her entire delta, my upper lip her bumping just below her clit. My tongue buried deep inside. I thrust and fucked at her pussy with my tongue. God, she tasted so great. With a scream she came a third time and ordered me to kneel back.

For the next minute or two, Adele gasped and panted. Once she had herself back, she said, "Now, spill your seed onto the platter, Conrad. Cum for your Goddess."

It didn't take much, tug or two and I erupted onto the platter. There was more cum there then I ever remembered producing before. Almost magically, my semen began to pool into a depression in the center of the platter I hadn't noticed before.

"Kneel down and eat your seed, Conrad. If the seed is not to grow, then it must be consumed. It must never be wasted. Life must feed life if it cannot seed life."

With my lust temporarily sated, I was reluctant at first, but obeyed. It too tasted different, sweeter than expected. Once the platter was clean, she ordered me to stand. 

Adele had come from behind the golden Goddess. She took me over to George who had been busy while I worshipped his wife. From some hidden storage in the ceiling, he had pulled out a shibari sling of ropes. He and Adele guided me into it and secured my hands as well. Next, they pulled me higher until my ass was almost even with their necks. Lube was applied to my ass and a set of dildoes retrieved from somewhere under the dais. There was nothing ancient or rough about them. They were a variety of silicone and jelly dongs.

Adele used the smallest one first.

"Have you ever played with your ass or let someone else do it, Conrad?"

"No."

She slapped me hard enough to make me wince.

"No, Priestess," she said.

I corrected and repeated.

"Good, but it does mean more prep."

"Do you understand why we are doing this? Why we are penetrating you, Conrad?"

"No, priestess."

"This is a more recent addition to the rites of the Temple, although it still is older than Christianity. It's because, nice as you are, you still are full of patriarchal poison. It's almost inescapable and infects even women. We don't hate men in the Temple, Conrad. We only discipline them to help them learn. Our matriarchy listens to them and includes them. By fucking you with these dildoes, we penetrate you as a woman is penetrated. If you must penetrate her to impregnate, then it is only fair that you experience it. It also helps remove some of the patriarchy from your soul. You can't get pregnant, of course. You can't bleed once a month, but we can create as many similar experiences as possible so that you may understand. Do you understand?"

I didn't know what to say. I grasped some of that, and I never thought the road to enlightenment would include a butt fucking, but frankly, it was turning me on. I didn't protest.

"I'm beginning to understand, I think, priestess."

"Good boy, Conrad. That's all we ask of you on this one night, to begin."

While we were talking she had switched to a slightly larger dildo. It hurt slightly, but she was skilled and the lube was plentiful. I found myself moaning again as she bumped my prostate.

Adele chuckled low and throaty. 

"Ah, do you like that, Conrad?"

"Yes, priestess."

"Excellent, even with my skills, not every man responds the same way. You are really taking to this."

I blushed and moaned again in response.

Given the angles and lighting my perspective was limited. I couldn't see George anymore.

Except for my moans, the room was quiet. Adele quit talking and concentrated on opening my ass up. She buried the dildo deep in my manpussy, then stood near my head. She placed a soaked rag on my mouth and nose. It wasn't chloroform, although it did have a somewhat medicinal aroma to it. It was more herbal and oily.

"Breathe deep, Conrad."

I inhaled and almost blacked out. Suddenly, I wasn't just suspended in the air; I was floating on it. After a minute or two, she removed the rag. The shibari was lowered two or three feet. I readied myself for George to fuck me. I felt something push against my anus but it wasn't George's cock. 

Straining, I was able to raise my head enough to see Jane between my spread legs. She was smiling at me.

"I love you, Conrad," she said. "You have no idea how happy I am tonight. I've never fucked a man, Conrad, and you've never been fucked. We may not be joined as a couple in the eyes of the law, but if you willing take my cock here tonight, then we will be in the eyes of the Temple. We will be betrothed. Do you want me to fuck you, Conrad?"

I was high from the inhalant, but I knew and understood clearly what she was saying.

"Yes, please fuck me, Jane. Take me."

"Oh, I will, Conrad."

Slowly, I felt the dildo push into me. Her hands held my torso just above where my hips met it. In and out, she began fucking me. The room was as still as a tomb and the world fell away. It now was Jane's turn to chant. She also fell into a rhythm that matched her thrusts and withdrawals. I felt and dreamed at the same time. I still was a man but I mentally went somewhere else timeless and primal. The chants, the incense, the sex, all was building to this point.

Again, my cock was rock hard. It twitched with each penetration. I don't know how long Jane fucked me. She stopped more than once and changed dildoes several times. Their shapes and textures changed. The reasons were not explained. Again, the rag was applied and I inhaled. I don't know for how long, but I believe I was alone in the temple for an hour or two. Still, hanging there. The bonds were loosened, and I felt Jane's hands massage away some soreness and cramping. Her hands were covered in scented oils. A dildo was inserted that curved and hit my prostate perfectly. I moaned loudly now. 

Later, I learned that this final dildo was very ancient. It wasn't large and went in easily. Jane quickly began fucking me at a faster pace, tossing me back and forth in the sling. My moans almost were yells. Her chanting was so fast that I suspect I wouldn't have understood it even if I had known the words. Jane buried the phallus in my ass to its base and pulled upward on my cock as she did. On her third or fourth thrust, I exploded again. This time it was a shower of semen, it seemed.




Enter the Temple



When the geysers stopped, I was near unconsciousness. I felt a tongue lick my torso and belly clean. It was Jane. Although she swallowed as she licked, she held a quantity on her tongue when she kissed me deep and long. Jane's tongue penetrated my mouth just as the girlcock had penetrated my manpussy.

She told me it was 1 a.m. on Sunday, and I was stunned. How could I have lost a day? My body was lowered to the floor. I was helped to stand. Adele and Jane together rubbed me down. Adele brought me a lukewarm tea concoction that she said would be cleansing. I drank it quickly. They both guided me up the staircases to the kitchen where I was seated and dressed in a robe.

We talked of this and that. I think they were checking me surreptiously to see if my mind was clear again. I drank water. No one discussed what had been going on in the temple for the last 30 hours or so. Eventually, Jane, Adele and George led me to Jane's bedroom where I collapsed onto her bed. Some time later, I was dimly was aware that Jane had joined me. When I awoke it was early Monday morning. A new week had begun, and a new life was beginning.



Enter the White Tigress



To Carson's amazement, the expansive meaning of the guidance from the Tao was unfolding into startling clarity. "...and, who better to share this fascinating exploratory adventure with, the search for the erotic Fountain of Youth," Carson laughed to his Cosmic Companions, "than the ever so delightful little Sensia, his one and only Ms S!"

Having come to grips with the startling realizations, Carson marveled at the amazing tie-in with the encounter he and Ms S had explored just a few weeks before. It was an unbelievably natural extension of all else rising to clarity in Carson's grasp of the Tao. That delightful summer day the call from Sensia came through, "Oh sweetie, it's so funny," she chuckled as she called Carson mid-morning. "That Suzi - she's such a crazy girl. You won't believe what she came up with this morning," Sensia laughed shaking her head.

"Well, considering what she's come up with so far," Carson laughed in reply, "with the upcoming 'toy' party and all, I can only imagine what else she's got up her sleeve." Carson had long been aware that Sensia and the girls working with her at the Institute talked as girls would - no major surprise there. Sometimes he worried about where that might lead, but for the most part he just found the stories she shared to be amusing. 

Ms S was inclined to make the point that "just because I'm one of the old women in the organization doesn't mean I'm dead - or not enjoying a good bang," she pointedly stated to the startle and some confusion of the young fillies she hung out with. She got a kick out of blowing their dresses up, catching them off guard and watching them startle. For fun she threw out talk of Carlos, the new toy the old man picked up for her. You could hear the stunned silence, the gasp, then the giggles, as if she was pulling their legs. Of course, being better looking than most of them at 50-something, they paused to wonder what on earth went awry there. It was too funny.

"It was so hilarious," Sensia continued as she told Carson about the wide ranging and nasty discussion she and Suzi and their energetic little cohort, Joni had earlier that morning. "Suzi's got a friend..." she added laughing at the suggestion this statement implied. "See, we were talking about our old men and the goofy bastards they are, and Suzi wondered about Carlos - you know, how was our buddy...," she laughed again. "Oh, the teams here for the meeting so I've got to go. I'll tell you about her friend later. Love you!" she giggled again, signing off with the promise to fill him in later.

Carson just laughed. It was fun to hear his little lady "goofing" with her naughty friends like that. She needed friends to kick around these sorts of things with -- breathe some life back into her life, and she was such a delight to play with herself. Something was just so different about their life in the past couple years. Carson was finding such delight in his "hot little wife," he did wonder what role the Tao was playing.

She had been there for so long, back to the turn of his existence. But he was having so much more fun playing with her - playing with those amazing tits, baring her and reveling in pussy play -- new, better and interesting ways to play with those sweet goodies. It seemed Sensia's opening had more play in the last couple years than during the entire 13 years or so they had been hanging out together.

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The balance of that resurgence lay in a wonderful new perspective that Carson could only think to attribute to 40 years of meditation and that magical Taoist connection with the Cosmic Forces. It was weird, but from Carson's perspective it was a concept addressing the future of love and marriage in the centuries to come. At the core, it centered around actually looking, "seeing" your own lover for a remarkable change of pace. Yes, actually watching, seeing your lover in action sexually. Somewhere along the way this bizarre twist occurred to Carson as he reflected on the lady he was involved with. Men don't sit back and look at their own women once they've wooed them into a long term relationship. In particular they don't look at, appreciate, and revel in those intimate places, the sweet tender spots between their legs they had been so driven to get next to - before they got next to them. 

"Indeed," Carson continued to his Cosmic Companions, "based on these texts I've run across, from an erotically Taoist orientation you "see" your lover. As a Jade Dragon with a White Tigress, you actually arrange a viewing spot out of sight so you can watch your Tigress in action with a Green Dragon. The notes say to maximize your jing and Qi, you cultivate and urge your lover to sexual peaks of orgasmic reverie, through whatever may be available including using other males as the Green Dragons," he noted. "Wow, given the exciting evolution of the last year or two with Ms. Sensia, I see we may have totally missed the boat of exciting relationships - not just for Ms S and me, but for a whole culture." 

He got such a kick out of teasing her, pushing her to new heights of orgasmic excitement through explorations and newfound erotic adventures. The Tao, those wild and crazy Cosmic Companions, may be that driving force opening their eyes to the quantum leap significance of that mutual orgasmic state. As the texts noted, the more dramatic their orgasmic experience, the greater increase in Sensia's jing, her sexual energy, and her Qi. 

So to be sure I got this straight Carson chuckled to himself thinking it might serve as a good line to use in a bar for getting laid, "through probings with my jade stalk, I take a long soak in the pool of jing within my lover's Jade Gate, firing up my own jing," he commented smiling. "Then through contemplation I then convert our combined jing, increasing my Qi. In the end this, ultimately brings me nearer to immortality. I can't wait to share that wild eyed little gem with my wild eyed little dinner companions," he laughed aloud marveling at the twist of a concept. 

"Oh my Heavenly Holies!" Carson gasped in complete awe at the life changing constructs emerging around him. "Even better to crown that," he marveled, raving on to his Cosmic Team, "Sensia, because she's a woman, walks away from the sex action totally undiminished. In fact, she can savor orgasmic events, enjoying even more enhancement of her jing and qi. That's crazy, but someone made the point that's why women often live longer than men. This is outrageously wild -- like discovering the Fountain of Youth! The more ecstatically orgasmic sex is for our delightful Ms S, the more jing she can share with me. That helps me live an even longer, more fruitful life! Holy Pete I love it!" he exclaimed to his dear, wild and crazy Cosmic Team. "This is absolutely earth-shaking - Fountain of Youth stuff!"

That dramatic emerging perspective spurred introduction of Carson's new found buddy Carlos. Now so confident in his own staying power with cialis he was having fun talking Ms S into letting his friend Carlos have his way with her too. Being the willing adventurer Ms. Sensia let "the boys" play with her opening, though his thick 8 inches never made the cut -- too big. It was only a "toy" he later shrugged and his lover's predictable reaction suggested more of a medical procedure than a stranger's rigid shaft. 

Carson's solution was to find another buddy - Carlitos, Carlos' younger brother - slimmer, shorter - and let Carlitos try his hand at her pleasure. At least that was the scene playing in Carson's deliciously perverse imaginings. 

***************

"So, I wonder...," Carson puzzled as the rest of the day passed after that phone call from Sensia earlier. "What do you suppose she meant? Why did she sound that way, slightly breathless, giggly, when she said Suzi had a friend...?"

Picking Sensia up at the end of their day of meetings for the Institute, the answer to that puzzling question was quick in coming. Carson was surprised at how animated and breathless his little lady was.

"Oh my gosh," she promptly exclaimed as she buckled in for the drive across town to pick up Jaker from school, "you won't believe it sweetie! It's been the most unreal day. That crazy Suzi - she's really done it this time," she went on.

"Oh, she's always done it," Carson laughed. "What kind of orneriness has the scamp got herself into this time? Oh yeah, and who was this friend you mentioned this morning? Been wondering about that all day," he chuckled noticing the flushed look on Sensia's face. "She's probably got herself in big trouble this time."

"Well...., noooo...," Sensia hedged slightly for a moment, "but she may have gotten me into trouble - I don't know," she continued hesitantly. "You remember I said earlier that we were talking about our "old men" and their nastiness this morning... Well, I told them my old man tried our new buddy, Carlos, with me but I was too tight - Carlos couldn't play in me for you. I joked that you were disappointed because you really wanted to watch our buddy fuck me. We were just talking nasty, us girls. And they did this "NO Way!" thing - their men do not urge them to screw another guy. Freaked them totally out -- its so much fun to blow their dresses up," she laughed.

Ms S said she had explained, "it kind of started back with the porn star pics you had taken, dressing and undressing me naughty for you and the camcorder, and on and on, and now with Carlos. I told them it was something all about you wanted to objectively watch the erotic side of your own lover - ME!" she added. "Then I told them you were just a sick minded old bastard -- they believed that!"

"Of course," Carson laughed in response, "in turn keeping me so turned on by you on a continual basis - it won't stop. ... and they were confused or disturbed by the idea. For one, we're too old to be erotically excited about each other. Second of course, their men don't even "look" at them or picture them as porn star girls they want to get a peek at. Jealousy comes to mind in such a depraved suggestion from your man in your discussion. I love it!" he laughed slapping the steering wheel.

"Well....., yeah....," Sensia laughed in agreement, hesitation in her voice. "That was where it started," she continued. "Then, because I said you were disappointed with Carlos, and we were going to find an alternative, Suzi had an idea! Suzi has a friend...," Ms S laughed, shaking her head, "Oh that Suzi," she smiled to herself.

"Ohhhh..., okayyyy....." Carson started chuckling to himself, "Oh....!" he then exclaimed in surprise and delight, "Ohhh...., reallyyy....?" He now half inquired.

"Well...., yeah...," Sensia hesitantly excitedly responded gauging Carson's reaction. "Yeah, Suzi has a friend, actually a nice young guy, he's come by the shelter a few times. I visited with him a couple times before -- a very sweet kid - well, not really a kid - in his 30's, has some job with the city I think. But, he's a nice guy. Suzi says he has no girlfriend and is one of those guys, short on the social skills to line up a girlfriend. If it wasn't for generous Suzi he wouldn't have gotten his rocks off for years," she laughed shaking her head, marveling at the rascal that Suzi was.

"Oh, really....?" Carson again inquired, "Suzi tried him out herself - that would be like a stamp of approval wouldn't it?" he laughed.

"Oh, it wasn't anything major, and not really a mercy fucking either." Ms Sensia replied. "More like he hangs out at their place all the time, and her old man was gone. She was feeling horny, and ta da, Tim happened to have a hardon, so she just used it. She said something about having a night shirt on, no panties, and then he had a hardon...," she added, smiling.

"That's our Suzi!" Carson laughed. "Conveniently he had a hardon, possibly related to her treasures on display - and it fit rather nicely. She give any clues on how he was - how big, hard, eager, what he did?" Carson inquired, trying not to sound over interested.

"Average length and thickness," Ms S quickly responded, now sensing this game may play and not be awkward. "Actually, based on my description of Carlos, Suzi thought I would handle Tim just fine. And get this...." She added, that breathlessness in her voice again, "Suzi thinks he's had so little pussy he was extremely attentive, spent time going down on her and playing, exploring until she was nearly crazed with excitement," she laughed, now grinning from ear to ear.

"Ha, ha, ha, oh my god!" Carson laughed aloud, "Maybe we've found a Carlos replacement," he shook his head. "Oh, here's Jaker. We'll take this up later this evening when your panties are off and we can 'talk' in more detail," he laughed popping the car lock to let Jaker in.

Ms. Sensia's eyes danced with excitement the rest of the evening, delighting in the turn the conversation had taken. Later that evening, her little yellow nightshirt and no panties outfit in place, she snuggled up in bed to tell Carson the rest of the story of her day.

"Heh, heh, yeahhh," Carson chuckled in response, lying next to his lover and fondling the sweetness of her opening. "Ahhhhh, and very wet besides," he continued to chuckle. "Here, let me slip this into that wonderful wet spot, and then tell me more about our new found friend Tim, okay?" he suggested easing into his lover from the side. "Our new buddy is already making this a little hotter and wetter - and he hasn't even been in the neighborhood," he laughed thrusting deep into his lover.

"You are so nasty," Sensia replied eagerly thrusting back against him, "....and Mr. Happy is more rigid too!" she added. "So, anyway," Ms. Sensia picked up where they left off earlier, "Once Suzi came up with this, considering all I said about finding a more realistic Carlos, she kind of pushed me. It was like I really should do this, should fuck Tim, especially if it was no big deal between us. She thought Tim might even be up for letting you watch or join in or something. We went to the main offices for the day for meetings, and when we got back to the shelter, guess who was there! He talked to the chef for a while, and when I had things settled and people off helping our clients, he settled in at the dining table to visit with me. God, it was almost like a courting thing." she added somewhat breathlessly.

"I nearly freaked out," she went on excitedly, Carson's shaft now rock hard as he stroked her slippery opening. "Suzi must have called and let him know I was interested in screwing him. I mean, it was bizarre, but oh so exciting. I've visited with him before a few times, but this time I kept picturing those wonderful long legs between my legs, that sweet, small ass of his thrusting. Oh my..., and I don't know why he doesn't have a girlfriend. He's a sweetie, those lips going down on me - ohhhh myyyy..." she moaned thrusting back hard against Carson's erection driving long and hard into her. "Ohhhh yeahhhhhh..., you know, I can almost feel that build up of jing energy inside me like you were talking the other day." She cried out, the orgasm exploding in her loins.

"Oh yeah! Oh yes, yes, yessssssss!!" Carson exclaimed, pumping his seed into his lover's depths, the wild naughtiness sending them both over the edge. "Oh wow, so wild, leave it to Suzi to come up with something so outrageous," he laughed. "I can't believe it. Did you decide to give him a little, set up a 'date'?" Carson hit her with the questions.

"Well.....," Ms S responded enjoying the exploratory finger of her lover in her slippery opening. "Hmmm.....," she reacted as Carson toyed with her. "He just said outright that he had talked with Suzi and she had told him we were looking for someone to join in on our play. I told him it was just pussy play, nothing serious. He agreed that was okay - definitely nothing serious - just some fun play, grins and giggles -- and orgasms," Ms S filled in.

"So....," she continued, "I told him some day after my meetings I could pop over to his place while I'm waiting for you to finish up a Dr. appointment, and he and I could get acquainted, explore the hole thing -- see what comes up if you know what I mean. I can't believe it," Ms S laughed giving Carson's now semi-stiff dick a squeeze.

"Ohhhhh, too funny!" Carson laughed. "I can't believe it either - that Suzie is a fast girl isn't she?" he shook his head laughing, "You know I have a meeting at 3:00 tomorrow, right? You could try him out while I'm busy - then I could swing by and pick you up," they both grinned. "So wild sweetie," Carson excitedly added, "you bring this young Tim up and our sexual energy, our Qi and jing, are right off the orgasmic charts. You try him out, and we'll see how cranked our jing and qi are after that! So excellent - the crowning pathway to our immortality -- open wide and say AHHHH sweetie!"

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Carson cracked up in laughter to himself as he marveled with the texts unfolding the broader scope of the whole Taoist approach to existence and life extension for him. It was becoming very clear males lives would primarily be extended through absorption of those wonderful women's vital energies of qi and jing. "Wow," Carson marveled, "This is clearly one of those secrets we shouldn't let out as we all grow old and die. Women possess enormous power in the act of sex, and they walk away undiminished from the act. They have power to bring forth life, and unlike males, don't have to worry about the loss of jing through fluid discharge." He marveled as the words of the texts echoed through his mind.

He chose not to torment his companions with the details, but the texts explored the two forms of qi or chi: male energy (yang) and female energy (yin). In sex these two energies are unified. A process of rotation casts off stagnation and upon mutual orgasm creates a momentary connection with Universal Chi. To Carson's complete fascination, mutual orgasmic union of male and female results in creation of jing -- a sexual energy. When jing forms, the man can transform some of the jing into qi, replenishing his lifeforce. 

Of course for Taoists following this line of belief, as noted in the dynamics laid out, sex was not only about pleasing the male. Carson knew this would be confusing to some women, but according to the literature, women had to be stimulated and pleased to orgasmic heights for either of them to benefit from qi in the act of sex. Of course then, sex could only occur if both partners desired it. Performed this way, the woman creates more jing, and the male more easily absorbs the jing to increase his own qi. 

Carson shook with laughter as an entirely awesome erotic side of Taoist world view flooded to the forefront of his Taoist approach to existence. Since ancient times the Taoists cultivated the power of sexuality to heal the body, deepen love involvements, and access heightened states of enlightenment. Convoluted as it may seem at first glance, a major Taoist belief held that longevity or immortality is attainable through sexual activity. Major sexual techniques include mastery of differences of sexual arousal of male and female, harmonizing sexual will and desire, and liberating and activating the female while relaxing the male. 

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The following day dawned cool and clear, but promised to be a hot one. Up before dawn they gathered their stuff and readied for an exciting day. Chuckling to himself, Carson marveled at his lover's enthusiasm, "gathering up a few things to change into later..., just in case something comes up...." She put that wonderful little short skirt, her play time cleavage bra and a minimal top into her bag, and had him find that lubricating oil for her. Needless to say, Carson's member stiffened at that, and it took everything he could to distract himself all day to avoid spending the day erect all the way through the meetings.




Enter the White Tigress



"Ohmygosh.... Sweetie," a breathless sounding Ms S caught Carson on the phone between meetings. "this is too funny...," she hurriedly told him, "Tim called to tell me he would be home this afternoon around 3:00ish if I wanted to come play. I told him I would definitely be there if he was up for it. Suzi said she would take me over. I figured you needed the car. She's so bad. She told me I could stop by her place on the way to get a shower and get my goodies all tasty ready - she's a nasty girl - but she did say he's really good at...., well, anyway, does that work for you?" she asked, her voice sparkling with excitement.

"Heh, heh, heh..., oh god, that works for me," Carson chuckled in reply. "Then I can swing by and pick you up at his place after my appointment and he's done with you. I suspect it's going to be a short one. So he's at 2112 Curtis, right?" he asked vaguely recalling some direction he had received before.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what she said," Ms S answered smiling to herself, "and you know, if you hurry and get that meeting over you might even get to Tim's in time to join us," she breathlessly went on.

"Oh I know," Carson replied, grinning to himself, "but you should try him yourself the first time, just to get acquainted. It might intimidate him the first time if I were there too. But, we'll see. Call me right after and you can tell whether I should come in or not," Carson concluded.

"Okay sweetie, I'll call as soon as I can. I'd love to have you there. I know you'd love to watch. He is a very sweet guy. But you're right. He might be uncomfortable the first time with you there. So I'll see you in a bit - I love you!" she excitedly said as she hung up.

Carson and Ms S were both trembling from excitement as the hours crept by. The anticipation of this wildness made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Finally 3:00 Sensia and Suzi slipped out the door racing to Suzi's so Ms S could get "cleaned up and tasting good," as Suzi overtly put it.

Carson laughed as he cleverly delegated a crew member to attend the Dr. appointment in his stead. "Other commitments had arisen," as he put it, working the back streets to Curtis. Of course he wasn't going in, just wanted to be in the neighborhood in case an invitation was extended, he smiled to himself.

Sensia hopped from Suzi's car, giving Suzi a wide grin and a thumbs up as Suzi called after her, "You're going to have so much fun naughty girl! Save a little for me!" she urged Ms S on.

"Okay...., god, what am I thinking!?" raced through Sensia's mind as she, in Carson's favorite short skirt, halterish top and thong panties rapped on Tim's door. He called out a "come on in," she popped the door open, and stepped into a surprisingly neat little apartment.

The exchange of greetings was quite brief. Both Tim and Ms S were clear on why she was there. He offered a cold beer to break the ice, taking her on a brief tour of his nicely decorated little place. Sipping her beer, Ms S maintained lively conversation about the unique art work on Tim's walls, up to the moment he showed her his favorite piece hanging on his bedroom wall. The painting of the gorgeous nearly-nude Indian girl gave Ms S pause as she uttered, "Oh my...., what a beautiful maiden," taking in the setting and situation.

"Oh thanks," Tim chuckled sitting on the bed as she stood next to him, "can't forget it's a guys apartment, and not nearly the perfect picture you are, standing in my bedroom," he smiled at her running his hands up and down the outside of her arms.

"Ohhhhh...," Ms S sighed, turning and stepping toward the nice clean cut young man sitting on the bed gently leading her to him. "You probably think we're a little goofy, looking for play like this," she smiled taking a deep breath and stepping right into his face and arms. He seemed to be taller than she had noticed before, "taller, and those arms are so long," she observed as they wrapped around her backside, drawing her bountiful heaving breasts to his face.

"Oh," he laughed in reply, "I've gotten used to your friends Suzi and Josie, both looking for a little play every once in a while," he nodded his head smiling and reveling in another hot-wife MILF coming by to sample his wares. "Oh you bet, Mom's I love to fuck - priceless," Tim marveled to himself as his hands slipped down Ms S's back side, caressing her bottom, sliding down past the bottom of her skirt. Now stroking and exploring her bare thighs under her skirt, his hands eagerly searched upward.

"Ahhhhh, uhhhhh....," Sensia gasped as the eager young fellow's hands slid up under her skirt, now cupping her bare bottom cheeks, his fingers playing along the narrow strip of material running between her cheeks and curving forward across her pussy. "Ohhhhhh..., Hi, Tim," Ms S trembled, holding her breath as this thirty something guy explored her nether regions, nuzzling his face into her eager tits.

The remarkable scene unfolded rapidly as Tim's excitement easily matched the eagerness driving Ms S to action. His gentle fingers quickly explored and fondled the delicious bareness of her tight little butt cheeks, working more and more under the strip of thong, finding the outer folds of her goodies toward the front.

"Oh yessss..., Oh yes, yes, yes," Ms S uttered, "Ummmm, that's the spot," she lightly moaned gently thrusting her hips as Tim's fingers excitedly worked between her lips, finding her opening and gently probing her sweetness - with a very long finger.

"Oh wow, Ms S, that is one hot, slippery honey pot you've got there sweet lady," he chuckled, his long finger stroking deep inside her. "Oh yeah, you are sooo wet!" he delighted.

"Ohhhhh, ummmm, uh, uh," Ms S murmured her reply, "Oh, that's just right Tim," she responded, his fingers exploring deep inside her. "Oh yes, yes..., long fingers Tim. I'll bet you have something even longer for me, don't you," she urged him, pressing her now bare mound against his hand.

"Oh yeahhhh...," Tim chuckled as a flurry of movement ensued between them. Tim's shorts and shirt disappeared, even as Sensia's awesome tits were unleashed, skirt and thong dropped to the floor.

"Ohhhhh yessss....," Ms S gasped in appreciation - the upstanding, rigid young flagpole protruding before her. Her own bare bottom parked on the edge of the bed, the eager young cocksman stood before her, his eager member only a couple of inches from her face. "Ohhhhhh, such a wonderful hard shaft," she added, leaning forward slightly and rolling the head of Tim's shaft around between her lips. "Oh my, oh myyyy, what a nice cock Tim. Suzi was so right," she murmured, now taking more of his length into her mouth. 

"Oh yes, yes," Ms S urged, quickly scooting her bottom back up the bed, away from the edge. "Bring that big fella right on up here where it can do some good," she insisted lying back on the bed, legs spread, her goodies open, inviting Tim to bury his young shaft inside her.

"Ohhhh, no kidding Ms S," Tim chuckled, dropping to his knees between Ms S's trembling thighs. "Oh yeah pretty lady, how totally sweet," he went on, sinking his eagerly dancing, bobbing rod into the excited Miss Sensia's opening.

Ms S thrust her hips upwards to meet Tim's stroke, gasping as the full length of his rigid shaft disappeared in her. "Haaaaaaa...., ohhhh, ahhhh...., oh yeah Tim, that's what I wanted to feel!" she exclaimed as he stroked and thrust repeatedly. 

"Ohhhhhh..., Oh my god, Ms S," Tim exclaimed, thrilling in the hot wetness he was immersed in. "That is so fine little lady. Your honey pot is delicious...." he groaned, savoring the exquisite sensations her pleasure treasure provided.

"Ho, ohhhh! Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Ms S gasped, thrusting to meet Tim's driving strokes. "Ohhhhhh.... Goooodddddd...!" she moaned, her loins exploding into feverish action of a mega-orgasm bursting in her depths.

"Ahhh...., Ohhhhhh..., wow!" Tim exclaimed, his mighty rush of orgasm exploding as well. "Ohhh yeahhh!" he cried out, one last mighty thrust against Ms S's eager loins. 

"Ohhh yeahhhh....," the two of them exclaimed in unison, Tim's loins against Ms S's belly, his strong young arms on both sides of her, their heaving chests pounding as they both tried to catch their breaths.

Ms S trembled and gasped as if she had been holding her breath in her overwhelming response as her nether regions and her entire body dealt with orgasmic overload. She wasn't quite prepared for the wildly erotic reaction her body exploded into when she felt this young man's rigid shaft thrust into her. Carson, yes her husband, warned her she may experience something she might not expect, but - "Wow! That was beyond explosive," Ms S exclaimed as Tim rolled over to lie next to her.

The now satiated pair curled up together for bit, Ms S running her fingers over Tim's young body, especially that wonderful, now diminished dick. "After all," she thought, "it's not every day I get to play with a young buck," she smiled to herself. Nor could Tim resist gently exploring, fondling the sweet Sensia's mega-tits, caressing her sweet, smooth ass, and finally working his way again back to her now drenched pleasure treasure. "Oh wow, Sensia what a sweet body and wonderful goodies you've got," he murmured, now exploring with his long fingers again.

"Oh wow, that was so awesome... Wait, what time is it?" Ms S murmured in response, "Oh shoot, I've got to make a phone call," she sighed fumbling to her feet, snatching up her phone and slipping off to the bathroom. I'll be right back, lover boy," she smiled and winked at Tim as she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door smiling to herself and again exclaiming, "Oh boy!"

Carson nearly passed out from the anticipation as the phone rang and his lover's voice came on, "Hi sweetie," his Ms S's voice trembled as she still rocked from the explosion within her. "Oh my god, sweetie, you're going to explode or pass out when I tell you the details. You were right! When Tim's cock slipped into me - my body launched a hyper-orgasm, an explosion I haven't felt forever. It was like the big "O" sweetie, my whole body was feeling his shaft, all of it inside me. I exploded with no stopping it - like a dam had broken. He exploded too, slamming into me over and over -- ohhhh lover. I so wish you were here. It would be so awesome to have my lover slam into me now, to have my lover make love to me too. Ohhh baby!! That would be sooo perfect right now," Ms S sighed whispering into the phone to her Carson.

Carson almost passed out from the sheer eroticism of the moment with his lover whispering to him on the phone. She had taken the fantasy right out to the next level, telling him of her freshly fucked pussy wet from the young man in the next room. "Absolutely awesome, absolutely wild, oh lover that is sooo wild sweetie. I knew it would send you right over the top lover. Maybe I will pop by in a minute, like I'm picking you up - but you crawl back into bed with him, and when 'to my surprise' you're still in bed and getting it on, maybe I can join in. How about that?" he suggested stroking the rock hard shaft in his own shorts.

"Ohhhhhh yessss..... sweetie!" Ms S whispered, the excitement welling up again between her legs. That works perfectly," She urged. "Tim was stiffening again as I fondled him when I left to call you. Wait just a few minutes and he'll be in me when you get here, okay?" Sensia eagerly suggested. 

"Ohhhh yes, yes, yes...." Carson chuckled picturing his wife, young Tim inside her, urging him to join them in a few minutes. "Ohhhhhh....., I love it my little hot-wife!" he exclaimed, his own shaft craving for release with his lover as well after seeing this nice guy with her. Ohhhhhh perfect sweetie - go get him. I'll be there shortly! Love you lover!" he exclaimed.

"Ohhhh, I love you too!" Ms S eagerly replied, "So much sweetie! I'll get him going! See you in a few minutes. Love you," she breathlessly sighed as she hung up the phone and headed back to the bedroom and Tim.

Carson sat back for a moment, chuckling and shaking his head. "No doubt," he laughed, his mind reeling. "Follow the Tao as a new world order sweeps in around us, not just on this front, though this is huge. But on almost every front - change is in the air." He had no idea how dramatic that broader shift was when that notion crossed his mind that wildly erotic, amazing afternoon.

FIN'



Enter The Winter Darkly



Winter was certainly his favorite season. The nights were longer and the frost coated everything in diamonds. Tristian looked up into the sky, watching the snow swirling through the street lights. He wished winter would get on with it. While it had snowed, as of yet there had been no storms. The sky was growing heavy and dark, the wind picking up. He smiled to himself; he needed a storm to feel that winter had truly set in.

He leaned back against a lamp post and let his mind stretch and run like water, out among the holiday shoppers.

Their joy, anger, their pain and excitement pushed in all around him, whispered words into the deep of him. Something brushed against his mind, a need that triggered the hunger so powerfully that his shoulder slipped off the lamp post. It was so sudden and intense that for just a moment he couldn't move.

The sheer numbers of women around him pulled him from the edge of the familiar darkness. They pressed all around him, intent on their holiday shopping, despite the impending storm.

Fists clenched, he tried to pull his need in, hold it still enough to keep himself from grabbing the nearest woman and ravaging her.

Tristian could smell every person in the stores surrounding the park. Their scents were even clearer than their thoughts had been. This woman was gravely ill. That one was sleeping with two different men. Another was pregnant.

He forced himself to lean back against the pole to still his mind. He had to find someone.. now.  Something.. special. He stretched his mind, searching for the hint of someone warm and dark. His black eyes scanned the park and shopping area, hunting through the curtain of falling snow. He stood so still in his careful search that a fine dusting of white settled on his shoulders and pale hair.

He set his entire mind to the hunt. He held every passing woman inside himself briefly, searching. No longer did he simply take what he needed; he searched for those who desired. Gave them something in return.

Ah… there. The sense of a strong desire again, an unfulfilled need. A carefully concealed soft darkness in someone who was at the moment standing in quiet reverie. The hunger sharpened his vision. Almost in the trees she stood, past the shops and shoppers, beyond the park, face up to the sky. Her pleasure came from the falling snow; her consciousness was filled with the uncomplicated joy of it. Underneath, though, were dreams that seared him.

He stilled everything inside him, the excitement and urges, and slowly moved forward. Cinnamon-colored hair fell down her back in large snow-frosted curls. Her skin was rosy from the cold, her full lips a brilliant scarlet. She wore a long coat of burnt-red cinched tightly around her waist, accentuating her shape.

He pulled her scent into him, made it a part of himself. He nearly laughed; more cinnamon. Carefully he wrapped himself around her consciousness, taking her thoughts into his own so he could easily swallow her mind when needed.

Tristian suddenly knew what he needed to do.

Moving more quickly than anyone could see, he came up behind her, drawing her awareness deep inside him, so she would not have the power to bolt. His fingers came up to tangle in the hair at the back of her neck. His touch completed the link that made her helpless, open to him.

He felt a strong bolt of shock and desire burn through her when he gently tugged those soft curls.

Yes. Truly the right choice for him. She would feed his hunger nicely.

"Now, my lovely." He whispered softly. Delighting in the shiver that ran through her. "Shall we move on to somewhere a little more... dark?"

She had fallen into a foggy haze as his mind held hers captive, all thought of panic and fright locked out. Only his will kept her knees from turning to jelly.

Fingers still twined in her hair, he guided her further into the trees. He had intended for this to be a relatively simple feeding, carrying the girl into the wood to sate his need while he quickly sated hers. But those dark thoughts hidden in her head brought to him another hunger.

Deep into the trees they went, feet crunching in the snow. He kept her in a submissive state by careful tugs at her hair every dozen steps or so. They walked until the snow showed no scars but their own.

"Stop." His whisper was a shout in the cold silence. There were no other sounds but the creaking of the trees and a soft whimper from the girl . Her every exhalation left a brief plume of condensation in the air. He'd always loved that visual proof of life. 

He could feel a soft warmth growing in her. Definitely the right choice.

"Turn to face me." 

As she moved to obey he felt her fear and quenched it before it had barely registered. He was not one to feed on those emotions. He wanted this to be a pleasant experience. Maybe even something to transform her.

Amber eyes. Very nice. Her autumn-and-gold colored clothes made them glow even in the dark.

His deep eyes swallowed hers; stealing whatever resistance she had left. He tilted her face up as her lips parted. Now he did laugh, low and deep. Ah yes. Cold lips met warm in a deep lance of passion.

As they kissed, his lips pulling at hers, his fingers came up to unbelt her jacket and pop the buttons free. He slid his hands into the warm fabric cocoon, they crept to her sides to hold her tight. Her sigh pushed against his lips. Hunger coiled like a snake in his stomach. A growl climbed up his chest as he lifted her to lay her down in a snow bank.

The sudden cold brought her slightly out of her stupor. She was now aware enough to feel everything he did, but not enough to resist.

Still kissing her, tasting her, his hand slid up her side, gathering the blouse so it pulled against her breasts. He nibbled at her lips while a thumb came around her ribs to stroke the underside of one breast. No bra. Wonderful. He was so deep into her mind he felt her shiver before it ran through her.

A thought flashed through her mind and was quickly suppressed. A flush crept up her neck. "Your desires are not so easily hidden, my little one." In a blink, he had both of her hands above her head, trapped in his left hand.

The warmth turned to heat. His right hand moved from her side to caress the curves of her lovely breasts.

Again he gathered her blouse and used it to rub against her nipples. They were hard pebbles long before his fingers touched them, tugging them into lengthening.

Another soft sigh, but now the edge of it was a moan. He pushed her hands deeper into the snow to make sure she couldn't fall too deeply into his mind. The hunger demanded he move faster but he fought it, nipping her lip in his personal struggle. He wanted just a little more.

In defiance of the cold, she wore a skirt, long and russet-colored. His hand left her breast to pull the hem up. The shot of cold pulled a soft sound from her. His fingers found what they were looking for, the soft roundness, already terribly hot. Oh so carefully he pressed, promising her body more.

That brought a moan.

With her hands still trapped in his steel grip, he pulled away slightly to gaze at her. Her beautiful hair created a shadowy frame in the snow for her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, lips parted. Beneath the rucked-up brown skirt he found black panties with stitched black satin hearts on them.

The sight of them inflamed him. He kept himself in control; pushing her hands further into the snow, waking her slightly and strengthening her smell.

He brushed his hand along the crease of her thigh, sending a shiver through her body. Questing fingers slid under the elastic band. Ah… she was definitely enjoying herself. He teased her, brushing the back of his fingers along the dampness of her soft folds.

He inhaled deeply of her fragrance, the scents of cinnamon and musk settling into him.

Her hips rose to meet his touch, to encourage him further. There was not a thought in her of how odd it was to be helpless in the snow, at the whim of a stranger. All her thoughts were of passion, of here and now.

"Ah.." A growl of a word. " Hold still, Lovely. I want you to hold still." His power over her gave her no choice. She fought to keep her body in check, to still her writhing.

As reward he slid a finger into her. A surprise in the warm damp of her.

"Do NOT move your hands."

He released her wrists, and she lay there, bound only by his will. With both hands he eased her panties down and slid her legs apart to find a hidden jewel. A tiny blue ball lay against the most sensitive part of her, held by a ring pierced through her hood.

After a light caress to that tender, moist button, he reached up to rend her blouse open, exposing her hardened nipples to the cold air. With a gasp, her eyes flew open but her body held still. She was partially awake now, but remained motionless, following his will. The urge to taste her nearly overwhelmed him.

Trembling he kissed her nipples, pulled each one up in his lips. He kissed a path down her stomach and up each thigh.

Now her legs were shaking in effort. Suddenly he had his tongue in her, caressing that special decorated place. She cried out and he felt her falling deeply into him.

Ah, no, he couldn't have her slipping too far away. He'd never been with anyone he could so easily control. He gathered up some snow in his fingers and pushed it into her. She made a sound that was almost a scream.

Everything in him was yelling at him to take her, but his tongue never stopped it's movement. Her breathing turned to sobs and he felt her lose her hold on her own body the second before her hips rose to meet him.

The snow shoved inside her had melted. He slid two fingers deep into the heat of her. She was nearly where he wanted her to be. Her hips and her sobs rose with the rhythm he created. A third finger slipped inside her. 

In that timeless, bottomless moment before her climax he finally let his teeth slide out and into her soft vulnerable flesh to quench his own need. With a scream she came so hard that he saw the stars exploding behind her eyes. Every part of her arched and she nearly lost her hold on consciousness. 

When they were both sated, and she lay in a deep haze from his control, he carefully dressed her. Panties back in place and skirt down. The blouse was hopelessly ruined so he let it be, and carefully re-wrapped her in the now damp jacket.

As Tristian lifted her, he noticed that the snow around where he had laid her had melted into quite a valley. He kicked scattered drifts into it to hide the small amount of blood that he had somehow missed. A crimson stain on the brilliant white. He took her hand to lead her away, moving slowly for her legs were still weak.

He cuddled her to him in his mind. He knew he had brought something out in her that she could no longer ignore. He led her from the trees, back through the park, and settled her into a half-empty coffee shop.

"Thank you, Lovely." A soft caress of his fingers through her hair. He blurred the edges of her memories slightly so there would be no panic in her when she once more returned to awareness. He took a long good look at her, thinking that maybe he would look for her again, to see what she had become.

It was thirty minutes before she was aware of herself and her surroundings. She sat at a table in the corner of a small cafe. There was a cooling cup of coffee in her hands.

Was it a dream? Her eyes moved out to the park. Something in her felt different and her body ached. The dreams she'd always denied, had held deep inside now a part of her: brought to the surface and set hard in every part of her.

Her life was never going to be the same.

The wind pushed against the windows, bringing her back. The storm that had threatened all day was in full force now. Winter had finally arrived. The dark cold of it touched her deeply.