An Odyssey Ensues
Five days later I was again stricken with the urge to be fucked. I called Aneera and asked her to send Tomaz to me. I pleaded with her, I begged her. "It will cost you $2000 for two days" she said. "Ok, Ok, I'll have the money, just send him"! I cried. The woman was unscrupulous; first she makes me an avatar, then charges me an arm and a leg so her stud lover can come over and fuck me, what a bummer I thought...Tomaz fucked me senseless for three glorious days after I agreed to pay an additional $1000. Three days later I was climbing the walls again. My cunt ached and dripped incessantly, my clitoris throbbed and throbbed. What on earth was wrong with me; since the rituals at Aneera's I have not been the same. I have always been a strong woman, now I was losing my mind. I called my friend Lisa LeBeau, a psychoanalyst who is also well versed in parapsychology and the occult, for some answers and help.
She concluded that my condition is called "Psycho Sexualis Nymphomia" or PSN. Although rare, it can affect some normal women who have such phenomenal hormonal activity, and very high sexual- libidinal capacity. And that it would take three super studs three whole days to completely satisfy one such woman during that phase. "Well, apparently that sounds like what I'm afflicted with now" I said. "But is there a cure? I asked. Lisa was not sure if my affliction was a PSN, but it certainly sounded close. She thought that I was basically a closet nymphomaniac but that being an avatar of Medusa's seemed to have put me into a new psychic dimension and most likely amplified my sexual desires a thousand fold. "That is a lot of bullshit. The rituals at Aneera's was just that nothing really serious" I said. "Don't be too sure of that" said Lisa."
"Anyway, I know of a man in New Orleans who has a reputation for helping such women. He is a Vodun High Priest of the famous Loa Sect. His name is Juris de Vilmorin. I can arrange for him to see you" she added. "I take it you know this man Juris, rather intimately" I said with a snicker. "No comment" smiled Lisa. "Are you a nymphomaniac Lisa? I asked. "No comment" she smiled...I withdrew some money from the bank, got Elena to house sit for me and headed for New Orleans with very high hopes and an untamable cunt.
"Villa Nirvana" The country residence of Juris, was a private, secluded, isolated, area hidden behind palm and jacaranda trees, jasmine plants and tall grass. A handful of servants and novices were at hand. The interior décor was austere and Spartan, with occult paraphernalia hanging on walls. Sunlight beamed thru stained glass windows, giving the house a sacred atmosphere. The young lady, Impala, a very beautiful, slender Creole with long hair who picked me up at the airport, made me comfortable in the big living room. She served me wine and sweet meats. A cassette of soft, Afro-Cuban ritual drumming and flute music played in the background. A deep, rich erotic and spiritual cadence. My cunt began to quiver and drip, my thong was soaking wet. I got the feeling that I was about to embark on a tremendous sexual odyssey. A deep resonant voice said behind me as I looked at the modern artwork on the walls.
"Welcome to Villa Nirvana, Marta" I turned to gaze upon a most handsome chocolate brown man with dreadlocks. He was tall, over six feet and muscular with a broad chest. He was buck naked! His enormous gigantic cock, a whole lot bigger than Tomaz's jutted out erect and throbbing. "Holy Poseidon, this must be the father of all cocks" I surmised. "I am Juris de Vilmorin the High Priest", he said as he kissed me and swiftly undressed me. "We shall cast all your demons out in no time" he said with a distinct French accent. We talked about things I mostly forgot later, strangely enough. I found Juris to be covertly domineering. He talked about his experiences in parables and narratives that were magical...Like a siren, his song seduced me. I was radiant, I felt beautiful, I looked like a goddess, I was ready to be fucked, endlessly. He hung a magic charm around my neck, on it a symbol of the Earth Witch and he touched me in new ways that brought new meaning to old sensations and the fire burned in my cunt, my clitoris was hard and quivering. Juris led me to the bedchamber as my cunt juices ran down my inner thighs and laid me down on the wide bed. He sucked at my nipples; then at my clitoris, which was stiff, erect, proud. He lapped at the juices of my rank cunt, sipping me slowly...Tides of water and flame surged between my legs. I grabbed his hair and pressed his face deeper into the dusky petals of my vulva and cried out. The pulse in my cunt thudding against his tongue...
He licked my asshole and slipped his tongue in and rimmed me for a long time...It was delicious!! Juris finally reared up between my legs and pushed the giant cock all the way inside me. I was totally filled with it. He fucked me luxuriously, delighting in my supple feminine body, my full voracious cunt, honey thick with juice...We moved in rhythm with a force that drove me to unendurable heights; our spirits racing back and forth. The room echoed with the sounds of our fucking. We were both lost in pleasure, eternity seemed to pass before me. My body convulsed repeatedly in multiple orgasms, flowing constantly with fluids, wrenching my very life force from me each time. My cries of ecstasy echoed across the room and into the woods beyond. Juris fucked me and fucked me. I came again and again. My head was full of rippling birds; I began to howl my song of ecstasy, a song of the infinite that ascended to the heavens as I gushed juices onto the sheets like a burst dam...Juris, serene untamed, smiled radiantly as his dark body bounced up and down between my legs.
He fucked my very soul lavishly, with a compelling need. I was startled by his dedication to the heavy fucking. I opened myself wider and wider to his powerful thrusts, in a thorough possession of my very being. I offered him my asshole, redolent with its own scents for his total enjoyment and he fucked me there lavishly. I screamed and screamed in ecstasy, my whole body quaking, rocking, shaking powerfully as I wavered on the edge of consciousness and a deep bonding passed palpably around and thru us. "I'm yours now, Juris, yours forever" I whispered before passing out in a cataclysmic orgasm. By sundown I was totally exhausted. I fell into a deep sleep. I had been fucked for four hours!! And that was just the beginning of a five-day sex marathon that cemented an erotic bond between us. I became drained. My hands began to shake, knees weak. I felt like I've been fucked raw by five men and a horse. I kept dreaming of my daughter Elena back home. I tried to reach her by ESP to no avail. What was she doing I wondered, fucking that Cuban lover no doubt. Juris disappeared for two days, leaving me in the care of Impala, who turned out to be a very kind, lovable young woman and whom I developed a great affection for...
Late Sunday morning, freshly showered, Impala and I awaited the arrival of Osiris, another High Priest / Guru from the Sapura Tantric Sect, with two of his acolytes to perform Lotus worship with us. It was arranged for my benefit by Juris. Meanwhile we smoked hashish and imbibed dried, smoked meat, oysters (as aphrodisiacs) and wine. Osiris was Black, a Haitian, his acolytes were Creole and Cajun. Osiris caressed and kissed my vulva, lapping at my clitoris with his long tongue...Then he poured libations with water, wine and coconut milk from a vulva-shaped vessel, as a supreme expression of symbolic sacrifice...I was thus deified and ready for a prolonged coitus that can sometimes last for days I was told, and which will set in motion my liberation from PSN thru the Chakras. Around the magical stone altar of our celebration, on a thick rug covered with an orange-red damask cloth, the three men and I plunged into a memorable orgy of sex in an alpha state of total calm and concentration, aware only of the present...
Osiris and his acolytes were hung like stallions. Is there a special farm where they raise all these guys with such huge dicks, I wondered? Impala rubbed their cocks and my cunt with oil of Amaranth and fly-agaric, to enhance our sexual prowess...The room was full of sex sounds; hard gasps and grunts, shallow breaths, soft moans and whimpers; wet sounds of cunt juices being stirred with cocks, slap of sweaty bodies, intermittent chant of mantras...The men fucked me and fucked me, taking turns with me serially then all three at once. Magical sitar music washed over us, transforming us into another dimension, my fine ardor was undiminished as cocks moved in all of my hot orifices. My cunt, my asshole, my mouth was entered and fucked again and again; hours of ritualistic, magical, tantric fucking until I lost all consciousness.
I was still climbing the walls three days later. I needed to be fucked all over again. I was losing my mind; my cunt had taken over my body and my soul. I had become one super nymphomaniac. There was no one else in the villa, only me. Desperate, I wandered out naked, to the main road, looking for a man, any man to fuck. A woman motorist stopped and helped me back into the house. I broke down and cried and cried. After that I decided to write down my experiences, hoping it will take my mind off my cravings.
CONTINUED IN PART 2
