Prologue
Morgana Tempest has been described as a bigot, an arrogant rich bitch, wandering thru a world of privilege and decadence. She was fiery, controlling and temperamental. She was an Alt-Right Christian, racist homophobe and a Fascist. Morgana lived in a palatial mansion on the outskirts of town, alone, except for two maid servants and a gardener. She preferred to be aloof, a recluse. She aggressively trampled upon and scorned fucking, as a form of worship, fucking for fun for adventure. Fucking as a sacrament a spiritual renewal. Unlike the sacred harlot, she sold her cunt to the highest bidders, namely three ex-husbands. Nonetheless Morgana is a very attractive woman with a body and other attributes to kill for. Somehow she respected and deferred to her friend and confidante Serafina Pudenda, in awe of her mysteriousness, sorcery, Clairvoyance and occult powers.
Morgana had refused to be identified with the feminist universe, it's sense of humor it's generosity, adventurousness, it's unpretentious honesty it's devotion to the pursuit of truth, of flesh lust; the ardent and intense SEX that leaves us glassy-eyed, elated sated. An endless abundance of joyous sex with no limits...She was rather secluded in the middle of her shitty, crazy bourgeoisie world of privilege and crass exploitation...While she was busy killing off husbands to amass wealth, pissing and shitting on fellow human beings, whole seasons of lust of witchcraft, the occult, hallucinogens, booze erotic experimentations and discoveries, devouring of life went on unabated. One morning she came over to Serafina Pudenda's humble abode and to her surprise asked for help to find redemption.
Reemergence
I am Morgana Tempest. I became a widow for the third time at age 58. I just turned 60. For much of the past two years I have been celibate and a recluse. Indeed, I consider myself an outcast mainly because of my many shortcomings as a person. I am wealthy but that has not helped alleviate the pain of voluntary seclusion from the public and society. I am even called a Black Widow for obvious reasons. There are many potential reasons for becoming a recluse, mine are personal, philosophical and mystical religious outlook. It got to appoint that I had to seek help from an unusual source the sorceress Madame Serafina a woman about my age, who opened up new horizons for me over a period of intense counselling including meditation. Slowly but surely I began to reemerge from my physical and psychological prison. I have been intensely horny for a very long time. I needed to fuck very badly and Serafina agreed to arrange a rendezvous with a special dude for me.
"It's not just sex. It's not just love. It's something more" said Serafina. But what could be better than sex? How about lovemaking that sweeps people into new realities, producing altered states of consciousness a thousand times more powerful than the most earth-shattering orgasm? Lovemaking so spectacular that it truly is a religious experience? That was something I could relate to. At my house Serafina gave me some hallucinogen for relaxation. We talked and drank for a while then we both stripped naked enveloped by the glow of candlelight and the aroma of frankincense. A cadence of mournful Gregorian chants filled the room. The atmosphere was hypnotic, dense.
One hour later the Ethiopian Immortal Sirenus appeared as planned in his naked glory. He was a good looking ageless Immortal with a beard and dreadlocks and a mammoth cock that had no end to it and super thick, hard as granite; a veritable weapon of destruction. I was shocked, my jaw dropped, almost frightened. "What the hell is that"!! I cried out. "This is Sirenus my friend" said Serafina. "He represents a divine force and is here to fuck you; bust you wide open and give you the most exquisite sexual pleasures you will ever know in your miserable life", she said. "Oh my God, you are not serious Serafina" I muttered feeling disoriented and nervous gazing in awe at the cock. "Come, my lady, let me take you to the outer limits of sexual nirvana" said Sirenus with a smile. He led me trembling and mewling to my huge four-poster bed, like a lamb to the slaughter.
With his very long tongue, Sirenus lapped my cunt to three glorious orgasms. Then he began to shove his prodigious cock into me slowly. I whimpered and mewled and moaned; I cried out and grunted; I screamed and wailed in exquisite pleasure; I writhed and thrashed as the cock soared into my entire body until I was completely filled with it. OMG, My cunt was being stretched every which way and I loved it. Serafina watched in astonishment. For two hours Sirenus fucked me and fucked me in a variety of positions and in all my orifices...My orgasmic screams could be heard miles away, my silk bed sheets totally soaked with my gushing juices. And still I screamed and screamed, farting sporadically as I was fucked and fucked mercilessly, endlessly by Sirenus. Serafina left at some point. It was absolutely stupendous; Sirenus fucked me all over her house, continuously round the clock, and still I wanted more, more, seemingly saturated with orgasmic ecstasy, having cum a thousand times. For three days and three nights I was fucked mercilessly, losing consciousness sometimes. And he came many times flooding my insides with a deluge of cum. Sirenus disappeared at dawn on the fourth day while I slept soundly after many wonderful orgasms. I've heard of and read about Immortals but never thought I'd meet one in the flesh let alone fuck him.
Five days later I asked Serafina to find Sirenus for me. I needed him desperately, my cunt screamed for him. I needed to fuck him. I was willing do anything pay any amount of money to have him back, but to no avail. He was gone. The irony was not lost on me; there was a time when I looked down on Black folks, now I was willing to give my right arm to have one close to me. Truly amazing how an act of awesome sacred sex can transform a woman like me. Serafina agreed to help me out of my misery. A week later while I was in atonement for my pervious transgressions she brought two young stalwart Black studs Gary and Eros to me. "A belated birthday present" she said. I laid out lavish refreshments for them.
Later as they brandished their hugely erect 12 thick inches very hard dicks, Serafina looked sexually excited...I detected in her an inner flame composed of amorous fervor a need to be fucked...Then it was time to cast the spell of renewal at the new moon, with joyous sex...Serafina sang a lovely lilting song with unfamiliar words as she lay back on the bed, sybaritic legs opened wide, invitingly, her hairy cunt awash with juice. Eros slid between her thighs, his hard cock rubbing against her vulva for a long time. She cried out, her dark intense eyes softening, hazing. The welcoming moisture of her deep, well-seasoned cunt excited him...He moved within her twat relentlessly, stoking her fires, slurping in and out, making obscene sounds, on and on. Her arms and legs were vines around him. Meanwhile Gary stroked my clitoris while I fondled and squeezed his granite-hard dick.
