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.
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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."