I see a need to explain the long breaks in between chapters...my job requires me to be gone from home for a bit more than two weeks at a time. I tend to like to submit my stories chapter by chapter...meaning that while I am at work I cannot submit to lit. I thank you all, readers, for bearing with me all this time and having patience with me. Also, I had a hard time in how to 'classify' this story. Since the predominant theme is about a husband and a wife I chose loving wives. I am sure many arguments could be made for other sections to have put this. I will say that in the future I plan on putting my longer stories, such as this one, in the novel section.
Having seen my wife strapped down and used like she had been had been upsetting to say the least. I knew that I had to cooperate with these people though. My meditation worked for the most part, although deep in the recess's of my mind I was beginning to formulate a plan.
The woman cradling my head moved out from under me, gently laying my head down as she did. Then other hands began to massage that oil into my skin. The massage was sensual and sexual in it's entirety. Knowing hands skillfully applying just the right touch in just the right places.
The oils were doing their stuff too. I could feel my whole body warming up and that tingle beginning to take over. My cock was hard as steel, throbbing. My mind began to get blurry as the 'herbs' in the oil took effect.
Once again, the naked women came to stand around me and one by one they climbed on and either fucked or sucked my cock. Hands caressing me all over, wherever they could. My mind in a haze, I just laid there and let them take me however they wished. I knew that I would be cumming eventually, and how good it really did feel when it happened.
This time, there were many more women, and after what seemed to be hours, they had each sucked and fucked me. At one point, they undid my legs from those restraints and pulled them up into the air, back until my knees were almost to my chest.
I felt tongues and fingers caressing my ass, my balls, and playing with my cock for quite some time. It seemed that the longer they played, the tighter my ballsack got. My cock, well, it was so hard it hurt just to breathe on it, and they were doing that quite a bit too. I needed and desperately wanted to cum but nobody would give me that oil in my mouth to allow it.
My balls felt like they were about to explode way before they were done and they kept me in that horny and sexual state for a longer time tonight. I knew that my sperm was building up to probably the largest amount I had ever produced. I just wanted it over with.
They put my legs back down and fastened them to the restraints, my cock was standing up high and hard. A different oil was now rubbed on it, and my balls, as they began to shift to the next step.
Suddenly, they all got off the bed and stood back in a large circle. A new woman came into the room. Her skin was far lighter than the rest here, more like a very well tanned white woman than a native woman. Her facial features were strikingly beautiful, as her high cheekbones and almost prominent chin gave her a model's look.
She was wearing a single white almost see-through sarong type robe. It was held together at her waist with a large gold intricate clasp. I could just make out that the designs engraved in it were of naked people in various sexual poses. Her eyes had some kind of deep red makeup around them, and her facial features were touched up in many colors as well.
I was pretty sure this was the High Priestess that I had been told about. I could see that under that robe her breasts were quite large and very firm, with nipples that stuck out quite a ways. The sway of her hips told me that her body was in great shape as well.
As I was telling myself that this Priestess wouldn't be too bad, another two women came in dressed similarly as the first. I realized that if one of them was the High Priestess, then the other two were some kind of hand maidens or something. Or, perhaps, none of them were the High Priestess.
Each of them stood at the foot of the bed I was tied to, and each undid their gold clasps, allowing their sarongs to open. The bodies I saw were very firm, very tight, and very beautiful. Each was different in a special way, but each desirable to have too.
They pulled off their sarongs and then climbed up onto the bed. One to each side and one right in the center, they slowly moved to lay with me. The one laid right on top of me and her nipples scraped along my chest as she moved up, getting her head even with mine.
The one's on the sides of me turned to face my body and then moved in close, touching me fully from head to foot. Then they all just laid there waiting for something. Sanya came up to stand by the bed and in her hands was a small cymbals. She began beating them together in a soft clapping that was soon joined with instruments played by the others.
The women laying with me stayed still, their hands held to the sides, their eyes open and looking at me. I could see their lips were moist with some kind of sheen that looked almost metallic. Even with them just laying there not doing anything, my cock still throbbed as hard as it had been before.
The 'music' was reaching a high pitch as the others began to circle us. I was seeing a true ritual dance and instead of being a tourist off to one side, I was the center attraction. The women laying with me began to undulate against my body, rubbing slowly and gently.
The one on top of me placed her hands on my head and guiding her mouth to mine, she stuck her tongue out between her tightly closed lips. I held mine closed for an instant, then opened them allowing her tongue admittance. As her tongue plunged inside my mouth, her lips came to seal tightly around mine.
I could feel a warm honey like substance flowing from her mouth into mine. Her lips stayed tightly sealed to mine, and eventually I had to swallow or choke, so I swallowed. Just as my throat worked the very sweet liquid down, she pulled away and changed places with the one to my right.
The kiss began again, in the same manner. This time the liquid pushed into my mouth by her tongue was salty. I could feel a tingle building in my belly as I swallowed the second 'gift'. The partner change happened again and the one on my left came to lay on top of me, her mouth on mine. As I waited, she held her mouth closed. Waiting for some signal or something.
The music stopped suddenly and in the silence that followed I could hear moaning. I wondered briefly who was making that sound when I realized that I was moaning. I don't know when I had started to moan, but I was now, and quite loudly. I heard sticks being hit together in a fast beat then other percussion sounds rolling out around us.
As the beat grew louder and stronger, the woman on me opened her mouth and let her 'gift' flow down my throat. Her liquid gift was sweet and sour tasting, with an oily texture. As I swallowed it I felt a heat rising where it touched.
At that point my cock felt like it was ready to explode into millions of tiny pieces it was so painfully hard. The throbbing had taken up the beat to the sounds around me and I couldn't control it at all.
The three women with me began to touch and caress my body. Their tongues and lips soon replaced hands and fingers. Each worked towards my crotch area in slow and patient pacing. Someone brought up a gourd that had been dried and cleaned out to make a natural bowl.
It was placed between my legs, close to my balls. When they all reached my cock, I felt their tongues beginning to lick my shaft from three angles. One was holding my cock upright like a rocket on a launchpad, and they all took their time licking my shaft in unison.
