My first effort. Although clearly me remembering something, I chose to write in the present tense.
Goddess Worship
It is evening. The bonfire is just lit. My cape flutters slowly in the gentle breeze. I am completely naked beneath it. Indeed it is the only clothing allowable at this Gathering. It has a fastener at the top and that is it. It is meant to be more groundsheet than any attempt at concealing my body.
The forest is dark. The night is cool and clear.
I am at a Pagan fertility rite.
I look at the Priestess with a critical eye. Here is 170 cm and 65 kg of toned, dark sexual appetite with firm D cups and a round arse that practically begs for someone's hands to grab and squeeze it. Her white robe is open. Her areola chocolate coloured. There is no hint of pubic hair between her thighs. Distracting. She has a reputation for simply being insatiable when it comes to sex. Rumour has it that this Priestess has wandered Gatherings with semen running down her legs demanding to be fucked. I have seen her sucking on sleeping men in an attempt to get them hard enough to fuck. Apparently not even the unconscious are safe.
I know my wife is close by. We were here to worship the Goddess without inhibition and without restraint. We are toned. There is the hint of muscle definition in both of us. My wife has pert C cups and a light chocolate coloured complexion courtesy of her Cambodian-Chinese ancestors. I am tall and solidly built with a thick 15 cm cock and a large appetite. Both of us enjoy fucking and worshipping The Goddess is simply an excuse to indulge.
Around me is every shade of human being ranging from almost ebony to porcelain. The bodies fortunately are of the toned variety. I know from previous gatherings that the full gamut of sexuality is here as well. This is not a place for either the modest nor the narrow minded.
I move closer to get a better look at the fucking machine that is the Priestess.
I look around. Some are beginning to worship before being told to. I see my wife is one of those. Her cape is open. Someone is fondling her tits. She has her eyes shut and is slowly stroking his cock. She moans softly. The cock she is stroking is hard and white, it is also quite large...just her sort. Someone comes up to her begins to kiss her pert nipples. She opens her legs. He slips between them. She then wraps her legs around him and pulls him into her crotch. There is only one place for him to go. I can see by the expression on her face that he has done just that. Very slowly she begins to rock her crotch back and forth. She is being held by both men. Very slowly she is fucking the guy in front of her.
Beside me
In front of me is what looks like a Tamil woman judging by the colour of her hair and her profile against the now roaring bonfire. Mmmm! Chocolate coloured B cups, pert and awake nipples as well. Whoever said patience was a virtue never had a place like this in mind.
There is one last exhortation from the Priestess, a demand that we basically fuck without inhibition and without restraint. We are here to fuck ourselves to exhaustion.
With this the Priestess lays on her back, spreads her legs and tells the nearest male to fuck her. He is already hard from simply watching her give the dedication. He is also very quick to oblige. Within a minute his cock is slipping between her pussy lips.
I am the second male to make it to the Tamil girl. Already she has an arm around another Indian, her left hand is stroking his cock which is looking decidedly large and awake. Never mind, I come in from behind. I kiss her and slip my hands around to her navel. Fuck it! Let the other guy play with her tits, I want the sweet, wetness that I know awaits me as my hand glides lower. A meal is being made of the B cups. My right hand reaches her tangle of pubic hair. I slip it between her legs and between her pussy lips. Her clit has already come out to play. I rub this large, pink button of joy. She moans. I extract my finger and give it a lick. Pussy juice, sweet pussy juice.
She bends over and begins to run her tongue around the knob of the Indian who has been fondling her tits. Her left hand is still stroking him. She opens her mouth and begins to slip his cock between her lips. His dark uncut cock is slowly disappearing into her mouth.
I crouch down and slip my tongue between her arse cheeks and momentarily touch her anus. She jumps and gives a muffled squeak. He nearly dies as she suddenly bites down. I slip my tongue between her labia and slowly lick. Her pussy is pushed into my face. A reasonable sign that she thinks this is good. I suck her right labia into my mouth and run my tongue over it. Again the Indian guy is nearly convinced this girl is a cannibal with an appetite.
She slips his cock out of her mouth in order to take a breath
I slip her clitoris into my mouth and simultaneously suck and run my tongue over it. He is relieved to still have the top two thirds of his cock still attached to him. I suck and run the tip of my tongue over the end of her clit. My nose grows damp. I wiggle it into her now quite wet pussy. More moaning, more need to support this girl. Good thing I have both self control and upper body strength.
I stand up.
Near me my wife is worshipping with at least two men. Quite vocal in repeating the Priestesses demand that we fuck she is. I see the African who is fucking her doggy suddenly hilt himself, shudder and gasp. He holds himself hard against her arse. Clearly this guy is making a large donation to The Goddess. She attacks the cock in her face with renewed vigour. He doesn't last either. My wife the careful woman that she is, doesn't allow a drop to escape. With him empty she licks her lips. Mr Doggy has left and for a moment I can see cum leaking out of my wife.