They had drawn me, of all people. Me!! I was terrified. This ritual was held once a year in honour of Belzhazar and all the virgins had to stand ready because the final "winner" was the chosen one.
Of course, all girls and women aged sixteen to twenty-five were examined to see whether they were actually untouched, because that was important for the ritual.
The female citizens could just as easily have decided to have sex before the celebration, so that the plan was thwarted. However, because Belzhazar always provided the most abundant harvests, that didn't seem like a good idea.
Once the village dared to break the tradition and one of the worst crop failures came over the and all farm animals appeared to die for no apparent reason.
I am forty-four. Not exactly close to the age of twenty-five. So how did I get into the game? Our little "I heard through the grapevine" - style! Everyone in our village here knows almost everything about everyone. I was still a virgin. It was well known. Far and wide I was simply not attracted to any of the usual guys. So I was summoned to be examined and my pristine status was officially confirmed. So my name got into the lottery drum. And I was pulled! Was it really just a strange coincidence?
It sounds like a galloping cliché, but the ritual should take place on the same day I was chosen, at midnight. Yes, the Witching Hour! What a cliché! I know! Whatever the chosen time was good for!
I was prepared. I was first escorted to the premises by high priestesses. I had to undress completely. They massaged me sensually, probably wanted to "warm" me up, for Belzhazar.
With soft pressure, one opened my mouth and stuck her sweet tongue into mine in order to gently wrangle with my tongue. She slipped through my entire oral cavity and performed such a wild samba with her tongue so that I could hardly breathe. Her caresses shot directly into my exposed abdomen. My pearl throbbed and I got incredibly wet. My unused gate was already opening like a lotus flower.
Creamy, opaque liquid made its way over my southern lips in slow motion. The other woman present wiped it with her index finger and then licked it with a moan with relish. My nipples were so stiff that it hurt.
Then I had to bathe in the tub. I was then dried off by the same two. They took turns teasing me by grabbing between my legs and tenderly pinching my clit or massaging my lips.
I was anointed with precious oils and then I was put on a black collar with an eyelet.
