8 comments/ 43044 views/ 30 favorites The Mask By: Latenight_Pondering I went to the airport to pick up my wife. She had been in Costa Rica doing some research on sites that looked like Olmec trading posts. The Olmecs were not supposed to be that far south, but from the artifacts it sure looked like they had been. So she had left with some grad students 8 weeks before for an archeological survey visit. I was still in the grad school pipeline, but soon hopefully I would get this damned thesis done and enter the world of a professor. Until then I was going to be left at home while my doctor wife got all the interesting trips. Oh well, the welcome home sex was usually pretty good. Actually all the sex was pretty good, not mind blowing, but pretty good. Shannon was cute as a button and a lot of fun to be with, but not the most adventurous person in the world. So here I stood at the luggage claim waiting and here she finally was. There seemed to be something odd about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it and I kept looking, almost staring, at her as we collected all her cases and bags. She certainly looked the same, five and a half feet tall, usually fair skin tanned brown and red hair bleached a little lighter, her greenish eyes twinkling as I wrapped her in a hug. Usually she hugged back primly, saving the passion for later, but tonight she pressed her body against mine and gave a wonderful little wriggle. There was more as well, and I finally figured it out watching her walk to the car. She was walking a lot more loosely, not being the high powered anthropologist tonight, moving almost like a cat. As we drove home she told me about her trip, all of the usual problems with the host government, the excitement of the dig and the fact that it looked like the Olmec had gone a lot further than anyone thought they had. We headed out onto the freeway and Shannon sighed and slid lower into her seat. I glanced over and was surprised to see that she was running her fingertips over her breasts. She saw me watching and smiled. "You like this?" she asked, "I can show you a whole lot more" With that, she unbuckled her shorts and pulled her shirt out of them. I was in danger of driving off the road. My diminutive shy wife was all but stripping in the car. This from the woman who had to have a robe because she was uncomfortable with being seen naked! I watched as she lifted her shirt and slid her fingertips over her thin bra, pulling and twisting her nipples. She gave a deeper sigh and looked out the window at the thinning houses and increasing spaces of trees rushing by in the early evening light. I kept glancing at her, glancing back at the road. She reached behind her as we passed under the last of the freeway lights and unsnapped her bra as we headed into the gathering darkness. There was still enough light for me to easily see her and I watched as she played with her exposed breasts, raking the nipples lightly with her fingernails, sighing and now beginning to moan, as erotic as ever, undiminished by familiarity. She looked over at me again, ran her hand over my straining erection. "Poor guy, I will make sure and take care of you when we get home." She went back to looking out the window and I could see a grin playing over her lips as she slid her fingers down under the waistband of her panties, sliding lower in the seat. She gave a loud gasp and moaned. "You have no idea how horny I am, all the way back on the plane, I could only think about touching myself, thinking of your cock, all the things I wanted to do with it." I looked over at her, fingers moving under the cloth between her legs, other hand pulling at her nipples. "I think you will get a chance," I told her, my voice a little choked up from excitement. "Mm, baby, I hope so," she purred. She orgasmed as we got off the freeway and once more as we pulled into the long driveway to our house. We lived a long way out from the city, but the drive was well worth it since rent was far cheaper out here and we had a nice little bungalow rather than dreary school housing. It was also fortunate tonight since Shannon didn't make much of an effort to adjust her clothes as we got out of the car. She shivered and I told her to get warmed up inside. It was fall here, and the temperature was in the low 50's, a far cry from the heat and humidity she was coming from. "Please be careful with the canvas bag," she whispered into my ear, rubbing against me, "it has a gift in it." I promised to take special care and she made me also promise to wait until she got out of the shower to come upstairs. I spent a few minutes getting her bags inside, including the canvas one which seemed oddly heavy for the few things it carried. I grinned to myself at the thought of my wife smuggling gold or something like it. I could hear the shower running and I took off my boots and sat on the chair near the bottom of the stairs. My promise was sorely tested in the next few moments as I heard a loud moan, over the water. "Are you ok up there?" I called up. "Oh god yes!" she called back down, "Just warming up for you! Stay down there!" My first thought was to throw caution to the winds, but I didn't want to do anything to break this mood. I compromised by sitting halfway up the stairs, reveling in the new sensation of listening to my wife's gasps, moans, and her rather dirty vocabulary, which usually didn't come out until she was drunk. It was almost odd to hear her panting and moaning the words "Fuck me! Do it! Ohh god, so close!" Eventually her moans became louder and then merged into a loud groan. The water turned off and I crept back down the stairs. I then waited downstairs until I heard her call down to me. I took the stairs two at a time, already getting hard. After her little show in the car and not masturbating for the past week, I was more then ready. I went through our bedroom door and stopped short. My wife had lit every candle in the room, where she had preferred darkness before. And instead of lying on the bed under the sheets waiting for me, she stood by the window, a thin robe hanging open exposing her body. Her tiny nipples stood straight out, and she slid a hand up to tweak one of them. She stood there a moment and grinned at my surprise. She walked across the room as her hands moved over her hips and waist, up across her stomach and cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples again. She wrapped herself around me and put her lips to my ear. "I thought you might like seeing me like this Jake, since you were so attentive in the car and all. Mmm, you liked watching me play with my tits and my little pussy didn't you? I know you did. I was so wet knowing I was turning you on." Her hands dropped down and slid slowly back and forth over my crotch. "Oh yes baby, and now you have that magnificent dick all primed and ready for me don't you? Is it dripping and wet? Can I taste it?" With that, she went onto her knees and unbuckled my pants, licking her lips. She moaned out loud as she freed my cock and ran her fingertips over it. "I dreamed about this baby, I dreamed about sliding you deep into my throat and feeling you on my tongue." I groaned as I felt her hot slippery mouth cover my cock and slide down its length. She move back forth a few times, then slid as far down as she could, pushing a little harder and I felt myself pop into her throat. She gagged after a moment and slid her head back. She looked me in the eyes as she let my cock slip out of her mouth. She pushed me back onto the bed, pulling off my shirt and sliding my pants off. She went down on my cock again, and I finally grabbed her hips and pulled her around. I felt her moan around my cock as I spread her labia and began to lick them, tasting her wetness. I began to lick around her clit and suck on it as I gently pushed a finger inside her. She lifted her mouth off of me, grinding back against my mouth. "Nate, fuck my cunt, c'mon baby, lick that clit, make me feel you!" I sucked a little harder on her clit and added a finger inside her. She demanded I be rougher and so I bit and pulled at her clit with my teeth, pushing a third finger inside of her. She moaned loudly and began to buck and give little shrieks, her cum drenching my fingers and face. In the back of my mind I was really beginning to wonder what was going on, but being a male, I decided to enjoy it and then figure it out. She took my cock in her mouth again and began sucking on it with a vengeance. I lay back to enjoy it, and with all the stimulation it didn't take long till I was on the brink of cumming. I warned her, since she didn't like me to cum in her mouth. She moaned and began to suck harder, dragging her teeth down the length of me. I gasped and shoved my hips up, bucking as the cum raced out of my cock, and Shannon moaned louder, gulping it. She sucked on the end of my dick a few times, emptying it of cum. She climbed off of me and grinned down at me. "Sorry," I said, "I wanted to fuck you as well." "You will." She said with a grin and went downstairs. She came back a minute later with the canvas bag. She pulled a few odds and ends out of it and then a larger package wrapped in paper. She pulled off the wrapping and revealed a stone mask, about the size of a human face, evidently meant to be worn since the eyes and mouth were empty. There was a little carving on the face, but on the whole pretty plain. The features were interesting, a wide mouth with upturned corners, signifying an almost smile. The eyes were wide and staring. I looked at Shannon. "That looks old." "It is. It was given to me by an Indian claiming to be a shaman" I was puzzled. Shannon knew better. Smuggling artifacts was sure route to professional suicide. She laughed at the look on my face "I am sure it's fine. I cleared it with customs and the indigenous resource department. They had never seen anything like it and determined it was tourist trash." I looked at it again. It didn't look like a souvenir, having an patina of age around it. Shannon put it on the bookcase that faced the foot of our bed and moved a couple of votive candles underneath and behind it. She stood back and smiled at the effect, kind of a half assed fire god watching us. She climbed back onto me, facing my feet and took me in her mouth again. I pressed my face back into her cunt and began licking again. I really wanted to get hard and fuck her tonight. She evidently felt the same way, sucking and biting my cock. I pushed my fingers into her cunt again and felt her shiver. With a wicked grin I pulled them out of her and pressed one of them against her ass. She had always shied away from being touched there and the thought of making her cry uncle seized me. As my index finger touched her asshole, she simply moaned and pushed back a little. I grinned and pushed it deeper into her. By the time I was hard again, she was continuously groaning and I had three fingers in her ass. She spun around and straddled my hips, giving me and evil grin. "Like that huh?" she gasped as she lowered herself down my cock. "Love it" I told her as I began thrusting up to meet her. All too soon we were both gasping and groaning, fucking each other as hard as we could. She pulled my hands off of her hips and up to her breasts, and I pinched and pulled her nipples as she came all over my cock, followed seconds later my cum spraying into her cunt. She collapsed to my chest and we laid there catching our breath. I felt my cock finally slip out of her and she rolled to the side, nestling against my side. I awoke from some bizarre dreams, something about being in the jungle and watching people fuck while I stood in the trees and watched. I didn't know if I was awake or asleep for a few moments as I awoke to a candlelit room. Shannon lay on her back beside me, legs spread and her glazed eyes fixed on the mask. The candles beneath it were still burning and the flickering shadows made it look almost alive, the wide mouth leering at us. Shannon had her legs spread wide and her fingers busy between them. She looked over as I sat up for a better view. "Put your fingers in me!" She gasped as she grabbed my hand and guided it to her cunt. I easily slid two inside of her she was so wet. She gasped and began to thrust against my hand, her own fingers playing with her clit. She went back to staring at the mask as she began to gasp, coming all over my hand. Shannon pushed me on to my back and slid down my body breathing heavily. "It feels so nasty to fuck in front of it, I woke up and she was looking at me, and I wanted to show her my cunt." Her talking became muffled as she took my cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked up and down the length, pausing occasionally to look in my eyes. "I liked it before when you had your fingers in my ass. They felt so big" "I could put something else there." She sucked a while longer, going a little faster now. Finally she turned and got on her hands and knees, facing that mask. "Get it slippery in my pussy first" she told me. I got up behind her and slid back into her hot wetness. She was still soaking and I was nice and wet after a few thrusts. She was moaning and pushing back against me, but then stopped. "Put it in my ass now." I placed the head of my cock against the small pucker of her butt and hesitated. She looked back over her shoulder. "What? Fuck my ass with that thing Nate!" She groaned loudly as I pushed the head of my cock into her little asshole. She was incredibly tight and she was grunting like an animal as she pushed back against me. I started off slow, but she kept pushing back into me hard, so I began to fuck her harder, with longer strokes. She moaned her approval and I felt her hand come back to stroke her clit. She put her face into the bed as she used both hands to stroke her clit and finger herself. I reached forward and took her nipples in my fingers. She wanted it rough? OK then. I pinched them hard, and began to twist them and pull them away from her body. She was an out of control fuck machine now, grunting and moaning, giving little screams as I would push deeper into her rectum, or pull her tits harder. She was pushing hard against me and fucking her hips up and down as I went to my full length inside her. I was beginning to think we would fuck like this forever, but she suddenly made a strangled noise and went rigid. I knew she was coming and thrust hard into her bottom a few more times, cumming hard inside her. She moved underneath me after a moment, and I slid out of her, lying down on the bed. She moved around and gave me a long kiss "I am going to get cleaned up" She slid a finger into herself as she stood up beside the bed, then wiped her wetness across the masks lips as she went into the bathroom. I stared at the mask a few moments, convinced for just that long that the flickering flames of the candle had given it some sort of strange life. As I drifted into unconsciousness, I could swear I heard a rhythm, drummed out in the distance. I woke up the next morning to find Shannon already awake and out of bed. It was a Saturday with the whole day in front of us. I was thinking about getting behind her strange behavior. I went down and Shannon greeted me with a smile and a kiss. "Andrea is going to stop by today and help me unpack and start transcribing my notes," she told me. Other than wanting to talk to my wife, it was fine. Andrea was her grad student and ending up spending a weekend every month or so at our place working with Shannon late and usually sacking out in the guest room to avoid the long drive back into town. She was a little shorter than Shannon, slightly on the stocky side with a button nose and a rolling laugh. We ate breakfast together and did some laundry. Before a lot of time had passed, I heard Andrea's car pull up the drive. I opened the door and she grinned at me "So, how's the boss?" I laughed and led her back to the kitchen and Shannon gave her a hug. Soon they were talking about settlement patterns and subsistence farming. Since this an area of research they had been working on for a while, I quickly lost track of what they were talking about. Not wanting to disturb their train of thought by asking for explanations, I excused myself and went outside to catch up on some chores. I found out what happened next long after the fact, but it fits the story here. Andrea and Shannon talked about the trip for a while and Shannon mentioned the mask. Andrea asked to see it and Shannon led her upstairs to show it to her. Andrea must have been a little surprised by this. Our room was a little trashed from last night and I know that it reeked of sex. Still she was interested to see the mask and asked to look at closer. Shannon grinned and took it off the shelf and handed it to her. Andrea seemed to be entranced by the mask, and sat down on the bed, turning it over and over in her hands. Shannon sat down beside her and waited for her opinion. Finally Andrea got up and put the mask back on the high shelf. "I have never seen anything like it," she said in a strangely husky voice, "It isn't a fake, I can sense somehow its age. I can almost hear it whispering to me..."Her voice trailed away. Shannon smiled at her. "What do you hear it whispering?" Andrea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's extremely sexual, to the point of arousal." Shannon motioned Andrea to sit beside her on the bed. Andrea came and looked down at Shannon, mask still in her hands. Shannon slipped her arm around Andrea and rubbed her back. Andrea turned and looked at Shannon and Shannon took the opportunity and leaned toward, lips opening. Andrea closed her eyes as their lips touched and parted her lips slightly. She moaned and her arms went around Shannon as Shannon pressed her tongue into her mouth. They fell back on to the bed, tongues exploring each others mouths, as their hands explored each others bodies. Shannon unbuttoned Andrea's shirt as they kissed and slipped her hand inside it to cup her breast. Andrea's hands grabbed Shannon's ass and pulled her close as they continued to kiss. Shannon thrust her hips against Andrea's as she sucked on her student's tongue. Andrea moaned as Shannon ended the kiss and lowered her head to Andrea's breasts, circling the nipples with her tongue before sucking them into her mouth, pulling at them with her lips and nipping them with her teeth. Andrea dropped the mask to the floor and helped Shannon unbutton her jeans and slide them off her hips. She was soon whimpering and had her nails in the bed as my wife ate her out. Showing an expertise she didn't even know she possessed, Shannon began sucking on Andrea's clit, pushing her fingers deep inside of her. Andrea had been harboring some repressed lust for my wife for a long time, so it didn't take long before she was moaning loudly, tell Shannon how good her mouth and tongue felt on her cunt. She came explosively all over Shannon's face and as Shannon crawled up her body, she licked her own cum off of her teachers face. With a wicked grin, Andrea pulled Shannon's sweatshirt off of her, and slipped her out of her khaki shorts and slid her panties down her thighs. She pushed Shannon back on the bed and rubbed her larger breasts across my wife's smaller ones, making them both breathe faster as the hard nipples ground against each other. Andrea trailed kisses down Shannon's stomach, and made her groan as her fingers and then tongue found Shannon's clit. I had been chopping wood for a while I could swear someone was watching me. I turned to the brush line, but no one was there. As I went about my chores, the feeling persisted and I could smell some kind of heavily perfumed jungle flower. The day was getting warmer that I thought it would and so I headed inside to drop off my jacket and change into a t-shirt. The Mask I didn't see them in the kitchen, so figuring they were in our office, I quietly walked up the stairs. When I looked in the bedroom, they were naked on our bed. They were thrusting their fingers in and out of each others cunt as they made out and panted each others names. I was pole-axed but I leaned against the door frame and watched them and waited to be noticed. My wife went rigid and whimpered as Andrea began to pant harder and squealed into a pillow. Shannon then looked at me and smiled. "Hiya Nate, enjoy the show?" Andrea started and looked around at me. She started to get up but Shannon pulled her back down. I noticed that instead of being chunky as I had thought, Andrea was more voluptuous in a small package instead. As she pushed her face into Shannon's shoulder in embarrassment, I noticed that she had a great ass. I had pulled my work shirt out of my pants and it was half unbuttoned. Shannon smiled. "Getting hot for you?" "Yeah. I was coming in to change." I said lamely. "Show Andrea that bod of yours babe, show her why I can't stay away for long." "OK, fine. Then you get to tell me what is going on exactly." Shannon laughed. "I was going to do that anyway, but hey, a deal is a deal." I stripped off my shirt and threw it in the corner. Andrea looked up and smiled at me. "Not bad at all." "It's pretty warm in here Nate," Shannon told me, "Maybe you should get rid of those heavy jeans as well." I smiled a little which turned into a grin. I let my jeans fall and they both oohed and cheered as I freed my cock from the underwear. I began to laugh at the absurdity of all of this and by the time I sat down on the edge of the bed I was feeling OK. "So, a deal being a deal..." I said. Shannon sat up a little against the pillows and slid over. I lay down beside her. She told us of being unable to sleep late one night. She was going to use her "cure" to get to sleep. I knew about it, and she filled Andrea in on how masturbating calms and focuses her, relaxing her enough to sleep. Andrea licked her lips. As she was about to begin and lay there naked she heard some chanting and some drumming further up the mountain. She grabbed her shorts and decided to slip up and see what was going on. She grabbed her boots as well and slipped a t-shirt on. She made her way up to a glow in the trees, a fire as it turned out. She peeked around a tree. There was a man there in front of a small fire, smoking from a pipe. His assistant was facing him across the fire, back to Shannon. She stood quietly and watched as the man began to slump, looking like shamans she seen in trance states. The assistant began drumming more complex rhythms. The shaman opened his eyes and looked directly at where Shannon stood and motioned her forward. Compelled and curious, Shannon walked forward into the firelight and saw that the assistant was a young woman, which was rather odd. They were both naked which wasn't as odd, but still noteworthy. The shaman then spoke to Shannon, telling her that they were the last of the cult and that this was a rite to bring the Goddess, Ixtlilton, they worshipped more power. He invited Shannon to observe and she sat down beside the fire. The acolyte began to drum again and the shaman to reenter his trance. He lifted the pipe and drew on it once more, then handed it to the drummer who inhaled and passed it to Shannon. She was familiar with this sort of situation and it was not out of line to accept and become part of the ritual. She lifted it to her lips and inhaled. The smoke was sweet with hints of flowers, but not the bitter, sometimes deadly datura smoke that she had encountered before. There was a definite effect though. She held out the pipe to the shaman who took it without opening his eyes and inhaled again. Three times the pipe traveled the circle and the inhalation times seemed to get longer and longer. The third time the shaman put the pipe behind him and the assistant changed the rhythm of the drum and speeded the tempo slightly. Shannon closed her eyes and let the beat wash over her. Whatever was in the pipe was making her feel butterflies in her stomach and a floating sensation where she sat on the ground. She swayed in time to the drumbeat, lost in the moment. She became a bit aroused at the feel of the t-shirt on her bare nipples and at the feel of the seam of her shorts grazing her clit. She knew her nipples were hard, but decided it wouldn't matter much around people completely naked. She opened her eyes as the beat changed again, became slower and more sensuous. The shaman remained in his trance swaying from side to side. The assistant looked at Shannon and smiled. She looked down at Shannon's nipples pressing against the cotton and then tossed her head a bit looking off. Shannon got the idea and lifted her shirt off, marveling at her paler skin and their browner skin. She closed her eyes again lost in the rhythm and opened them as she heard the shaman rise. He stood and faced the four directions of th e earth and cried something out into the night. Shannon and the assistant sat and watched him. Shannon could not help but notice his erect cock, how hard it was, its length, how it bounced slightly as he moved. The shaman stepped around the fire and the assistant set aside the drum. She rose to her knees and the shaman stepped in front of her. As his cock came near, she opened her mouth, letting him slip inside. He took her head in his hands and thrust in and out several times. He slipped out and came to stand in front of my wife, told her as the sacred pipe was passed, so was the pillar of the Goddess. Shannon was so aroused by the combination of smoke, her earlier plans of getting off, and watching the assistant suck the shaman, she simply nodded and rose to her knees. She opened her lips and the heavy long cock slid into her mouth. She felt the hands come down upon her head and felt him thrust into her mouth as he had with the other woman. When he stopped, she opened her mouth and he stepped around the fire to the assistant who took him in her mouth for a longer amount of time, while he thrust deeper. Shannon stopped talking and looked at me, likely wondering what my reaction to all of this was. I had figured I would be pissed as hell, but all I wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her. I smiled and took her hand and put it on my throbbing cock. She smiled and gave it a little squeeze and continued. The shaman went between Shannon and the assistant three times each. Each time he pushed deeper and stayed in their mouths longer. Shannon had her nose in his pubic hair and his cock in her throat over and over for what seemed like half an hour by the last time he pulled out of her mouth. She hadn't been able to deep throat comfortably before, and decided the smoke had relaxed more than her mind and inhibitions. The assistant stood and Shannon looked at her body, feeling a twinge of desire. She had the high proud breasts common to this region with upturned coal dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and firm, sloping to thin black pubic hair. She was definitely in her early 20's compared with the ageless shaman. The acolyte helped Shannon to her feet and hugged her, holding her close. She slid her hands down Shannon's back and cupped her ass. Looking into her eyes in a question or demand, she bent her head, and kissed my wife passionately. Shannon had never done anything like this before, but responded fervently, pulling the other woman close. Shannon's fingers went to her nipples and the woman moaned into her mouth. The woman slid her hands over Shannon's hips and into her crotch. She deftly slid a finger inside of her, rubbing her clit at the same time. Shannon moaned into her mouth. The shaman came to stand beside them and the woman turned Shannon in her arms facing him. He took Shannon from her and lifted her up onto his cock. Shannon threw back her head and groaned at the heavy feeling of it sliding up inside of her. Shannon wrapped her legs around his waist and the woman supported her from behind, cupping her breasts and fingering her nipples as the man fucked in and out of her. The drumming had started again somehow and seemed to pulse in time with the orgasms that hit Shannon over and over. She awoke with the sun in her eyes and a warm relaxed feeling. She sat up and looked around to find the assistant gone, the shaman sitting beside the burned out fire watching her. Her clothes were folded neatly beside her. The shaman explained that she should not tell anyone in the area what had happened, but would have to explain to her family. He seemed both worried and amused. The last thing he said as he handed her the mask was to take care of it well. Shannon moved back down the mountain to find the camp just stirring and she sat through the conversation and breakfast, feeling well fucked and having to work hard to keep from letting the laughter bubble up. She looked at us both. "That is where the mask came from. I am freer sexually than ever before, more able to act on my fantasies." Andrea hugged her and they shared a long kiss. I got up and walked to the book shelf. "What did you say the name of their Goddess was?" "Ixtlilton, I am pretty sure of that." I paged through some of our library looking for the book I needed. That name was familiar, but I couldn't place it. Finally I found the reference I needed and looked up the name and laughed. "Ixtlilton is a classical meso-american deity of lust and sex!" They both laughed and I went over and picked the mask up and set it back on its shrine. It was still heavy stone, but it seemed warm, almost alive. Again in the distance I heard drums, closer this time. I realized the women heard it as well, as the sat up and looked out the window. Shannon gave a delicious little shiver . "That's her rhythm; I remember it well as he fucked me." I looked out the window and opened it, hoping to hear the sound better. The sound was a bit louder, and the warm wind rushed in with its scent of flowers. Andrea stretched on the bed, reveling in the warmth. This was not an October wind. Shannon watched Andrea a moment and turned to me. "Go sit in the chair" she said. I walked over and sat down. Shannon looked at Andrea with the lust plain in her eyes. Andrea wrapped her arms around Shannon and they kissed deeply. Their hands were sliding over each others body and they were firmly grinding their hips into each other. As Shannon began to gasp, Andrea slid down her body and looked over at me. Smiling she pushed her fingers into my wife and then licked them clean. My cock had begun to soften but looking at this, I was hard as hell again. Andrea put her face into Shannon's cunt and began to suck her clit as she slid her fingers in and out. Shannon began to gasp and hump her hips into Andrea's face. Andrea added a third then fourth finger making Shannon wail louder. "I am going to fist her," Andrea told me, "I am going to work my whole hand into this pretty little wife of yours. You can sit there and watch, but you can't touch her. She's mine right now, all slippery and wet." I nodded as Shannon writhed on the bed under Andrea's hands. Shannon grabbed her nipples and lifted her tits by them, twisting and pulling, making herself cry out. Andrea was working four fingers into Shannon making her try and pull away and then press against her hand harder. After a few moments, she slid her hand into my wife, making her scream in the throes of orgasm. Andrea watched her face as she bucked and wailed, and as she would calm down, Andrea would thrust her hand further in or twist it, setting Shannon off again. Finally Shannon began to beg and Andrea slid her hand out, giving it to Shannon to lick clean. When she had calmed down, Shannon went over to drawer and took out some scarves. She tied an unresisting Andrea to the corners of our bed and walked out of the room. I heard her go into the kitchen and then she came back up. She was holding a cucumber, and one of the rather large carrots we grew for deer. Andrea began to squirm at this point, but Shannon was having none of it. "Oh no little bitch!" she said, "Fair is fair! I am going to stretch you out just like you did me!" With that, she slid down her body, biting her nipples and making her squirm. She began to eat Andrea the same way, introducing finger after finger. "My tits!" Andrea gasped, "Play with them please!" Shannon turned to me, fist inserted into her student. "Nate, would you be a dear and hold her tits up to her mouth?" With that she turned back and began to suck Andrea's cunt again. I went over and stood over Andrea, admiring her largish tits, large areola and nipples. A D cup if I had to guess. Andrea looked up at me pleadingly and I grazed them lightly with my finger tips making her shudder and then pressing them up toward her mouth. She opened her mouth and sucked each nipple as I gave it to her, sometimes nipping them with her teeth. She suddenly arched her back off the bed, cumming at least as loudly as Shannon had. I looked down to see my wife pushing the large cucumber into her. She gave me a little smile and then looked down to watch the cucumber slide in and out of Andrea's cunt, making her gasp by twisting it occasionally. "Give me your cock!" Andrea gasped. I looked at Shannon and she smiled, so I held my cock over her mouth rubbing her lips with it. She opened her mouth wide as I slid in and then closed her lips tightly, sucking me as I slid out. Our eyes locked as we set a rhythm and I fucked her face. Shannon called me over after a few minutes and I realized that she had worked the cucumber into Andrea and it stuck out obscenely jerking as Andrea fucked her hips up to meet it. Shannon knelt and sucked my cock into her mouth, letting Andrea see her do it. After only a moment or two I raced over the edge and came into her mouth. Shannon went over to the bed and helped her mouth over Andreas and slowly opened it, letting my cum spill from her mouth to Andreas. Andrea moaned as Shannon moved down the bed and slid the cucumber out of her cunt. I untied her as Shannon hugged her. "That was nice baby, you are a good fuck" she murmured into her ear as I untied the last leg. Shannon was fast falling asleep and Andrea was holding her. I kissed them both and went down to find something to eat. I sat in the darkening kitchen, windows open, enjoying the warm air and in spite of myself, the continuing drums. I was eating an orange, sitting in the chair naked, feet on the window sill, thanking providence for our lack of neighbors. Behind me I heard someone come down the stairs and turned to see Andrea walk into the kitchen. She was still naked and was holding the mask by her side. I smiled and held up the orange. She came over, and sucked the last piece out of my hands, licked down my arm cleaning up the juice that had run down. She took my hand and led me into the living room and set the mask over the fireplace. She turned and looked down, starting at my feet and gave me a long through look, spending some time on my cock. I returned the favor, taking in her wide hips, heavy breasts and thin waist. Without saying a word, she knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Our gazes locked as I slid in and out of her lips. I rapidly became hard again and she played with her nipples as she sucked me. I slid out of her mouth and helped her up, and I was going to lay her on the floor and fuck her. She had other ideas. She knelt on the couch, resting her hands on the back. Reaching back, she spread her ass. "Shannon stretched me all out; I want you to do the same for my ass." I stepped behind her and pressed the head of my cock against her asshole. She groaned loudly as I pushed into her. I slid all of the way in as she grunted and moaned. She encouraged me to do her harder, so I began to speed up, pressing hard against her ass cheeks, dragging her hips against me. She was moaning continually now, rubbing her tits on the rough upholstery of the couch and fingering her clit. She began to come at the same time I did, the contractions of her ass hitting my cock, making me spasm my cum into her. She gasped and shook a moment more, then pulled away slightly. I took the clue and slid out of her ass. She stood and smiled, kissed me. Then she took the mask, took my hand and led me upstairs. Shannon was lying in the bed candles again lit throughout the room, fingering herself. "You two make such lovely music that I couldn't wait" Andrea laughed and held out the mask to her. Shannon got up and smiled at me. "It's going to be OK" she whispered. With that, she took the mask and put it on. There was an immediate wind throughout the room, bringing the scent of flowers. The drums became louder, the rhythm changing and becoming quicker. Shannon stepped back, and though her eyes in the mask remained the same, her skin darkened, her breasts became a bit larger with almost black upturned nipples. Her hair and pubic hair both became black as night. Andrea pushed me to my knees and stood to the side of what had been my wife. "You are Ixtlilton?" I made it more of a statement than a question. The figure nodded and helped me to my feet. Her hand passed over my face and down my body, cupping my balls and stroking my cock with her fingernails. I was instantly hard as a rock and I saw the lips behind the mask smile. She motioned to Andrea who led me to the bed and sat me down on it. She knelt and Ixtlilton pushed her head toward my cock and I was once more in Andreas sucking mouth. Ixtlilton stood before me, and I took my hands from Andreas head and ran them over her thighs. She shuddered lightly and guided my hands to her breasts; I fingered and pulled the nipples making her shudder more. She then guided my hands to her cunt and I easily slid a finger inside of her, and began to tease her clit with my thumb. She began to gasp and stepped back. As I looked at her, a penis came out of her cunt and lengthened and began to harden. Andrea slid her mouth off of my cock and explained that single women had only been brought into the cult before. All members had to be experienced by the Goddess, either through her shamans, or this way. My wife was in the cult and we had to be together. So therefore... "...Ixtlilton is going to fuck me" I finished. "She thinks it will pleasure you" Andrea told me. I looked at the figure and thought about my wife, my one love, and then I nodded. Ixtlilton stepped toward me and I knelt down. I had a feeling of how this was going to go. Andrea knelt beside me and ran her hands over me as the cock was pushed toward my mouth. I opened my lips and Ixtlilton slid into me, the long heavy cock resting on my tongue. After thrusting in and out several times, she stood back and pushed the cock into Andrea's face. Andrea opened her mouth and took the goddess in. I ran my hands down her back and over her tits and she slobbered down the length. Then it was in my face once more. I knew what was coming and took the goddess as deeply into my mouth as I could, and felt her begin to thrust, hands on my head. "God you look so fucking hot with her cock in your mouth" Andrea whispered. She had her hands on my cock and chest, stroking my rigid cock and pinching my nipples. After a few minutes, Ixtlilton pulled out of my mouth. I was disappointed a bit. I knelt behind Andrea wrapping one arm around her tits, the other snaking to her crotch and playing with her clit. She groaned around the cock in her mouth becoming wetter and wetter. After some time, it was my turn again, and she was relentless, pressing further and further back until she slipped down my throat. Ixtlilton froze a moment then, letting me get used to it, then began to thrust in and out, my nose in her pubic hair. Andrea had her mouth on my nipples, stroking up and down and there we were for some amount of time. The Mask Ixtlilton slipped out of my mouth and helped me to my feet, placing my knees on the bed. Andrea and I both knew what was coming and she knelt below me to take my cock in her mouth as the Goddess pressed her cock against my asshole. I slid into Andrea's throat as Ixtlilton slipped into me. There was a brief moment of pain, but it was soon replaced by a wonderfully full feeling as she pumped my ass. I began to hear a soft sighing and moaning behind me and turned to see Ixtlilton playing with her nipples as she fucked me. It at first sounded far away but as she pumped her cock into me more and more, she became more intelligible. Andrea was moaning underneath me and sucking harder and faster. I was driven closer and closer to orgasm, brought on by Andrea's sucking mouth and Ixtlilton's cock in my ass. Both too soon and an eternity after it began, Ixtlilton grabbed my hips and pulled me back against her, thrusting hard into me. Andrea began to wail around my cock, her fingers and excitement bring her off. I added to the noise, moaning the name of my Goddess, my wife, and Andrea. I began to cum in Andrea's mouth, pumping her mouth. Time got a little funny after that. There was a hanging golden glow in the air and both my wife and Ixtlilton laid me on the bed, cuddling next to me. Andrea cuddled close to us. The warm winds brought the unmistakable sounds and aromas of the jungle. "Where are we?' I asked Shannon said softly, "Ixtlilton's land now. She brought us here as her people." "So she was the assistant then." Shannon laughed. "The assistant, the shaman, the fire, even the tree I hid behind." Ixtlilton smiled at me and drew me close and kissed me. Outside the drums played on.