The Elysian fields were rife with the yells of bloodlust, lust and drunken revelry as warriors drank, fucked and spilt each other's blood around the three women who sat on the grass just outside of the pub/knick knack shoppe "The Druid's Ample Buttocks". No one looked twice at the odd trio; a spirit, quasi-mortal vestibule for a triad of goddesses and a goddess who sat splayed out bracing themselves with their arms in a semi circle, each looking at their own toes. As the three were morosely contemplating their toes; Boadicea, a Celtic Queen who had once been trapped inside a broad sword but once the sword had been shattered, her spirit left the mortal and now was lamenting over the taste of blood on her cold steeled body being lost possibly forever, Moria who was morose over the folly of three old women, her creators, who hadn't cared to notice two mortals within their sanctuary, now the Earth was splintered and the third, the goddess Chuang-Mu, not happy that she let her standards for sexual partners sink so low to sleep with the same mortal for a second time.
Though all different forms, one a goddess, one a spirit and one a creation, they all had one common thread: the mortal Jared Club. It was through their individual relationship with him that they had agreed to meet. After the initial meeting, the three, free from clothing as none was needed in the Elysian Fields, began to talk about sex. The goddess and the spirit had many experiences to laugh rudely about, but the human created by three goddesses to experience the world of mortals, had not. She had laid with a man only once, a drunken farce that she could hardly remember and she knew for sure that she had never had an orgasm. She asked what a good lover was like. The answer was squishy mud; the answer both confused Moria and peeked her interest in investigating the allegation. She rose from where the three were as she excused herself from the meeting in order to find a wet field to put her feet in so she could no what squishy mud felt like.
"Well if you're looking for something squishy," Chuang-Mu purred as spun around and spread her legs open, opening her pubic lips with two fingers, "I do have something that you may find suits your wants."
Moria was stunned, and weakly responded with, "Excuse me?" She found her self embarassed of being enticed by the dark creamy hue of the goddess's skin and the rich pinkness of the inner sex that glistened in the sunlight. What was she thinking? Why was the descending pinkness into a mysterious darkness leaving her throat dry?
"I, for one, am surprised that you are surprised," Chuang-Mu said, her fingers still keeping her lips spread for the vessel to peer into her. She took her middle finger and began stroking her inner walls; jiggling the worm before the fish. She continued after she was sure that Moria's eyes were once again focused on her wetness, "That you have not sampled the petals of a woman, considering what you were created for."
Chuang-Mu's finger held Moria's eyes fast but she was able to answer, "You forget that I was made by three old women who don't even take the time to wipe themselves after cleansing their bodies of waste. They can smell their own rankness below and that hardly makes one thirst to sample what they would think is the same as their own."
"Make no mistake," Chuang-Mu said lustily, "I am the highest quality of womanly nectar and no draft draught. Come and drink me."
Moria was able to break the hold of Chuang-Mu's finger and looked around the field they were in, "Here? In the open? In front of everybody?"
"Why not?" Was Chuang-Mu's response. She released her vaginal folds and began pointing to various people around. "Look around, my dear...over there is a knight mounting his page, balls smacking against balls...and over there, that Amazon has taken to relieving our little Viking of his erection....and over there, Caligula is mating with that tree...and over there is a man satisfying himself with a squirrel. No one will notice or care."
"I-I don't know," Moria admitted, "I just don't know."
Boadicea strolled over to Moria. She pushed a few stray strands of hair out of the vessel's eyes with one hand and gently cupped the woman's left breast with the other. "What's the harm?" Boadicea asked her as Moria began to tremble slightly at the former Celtic queen's touch. "I have spent almost two millennia being the Bronze Age's symbol of the power of the phallus..."
She grabbed Moria's hand and placed it on her own breast. Moria looked into the spirit's eyes, slightly frightened at the amount of want she was feeling. Boadicea continued to whisper, "Let us discover together if the symbol of man and the epitome of woman can pleasure your flesh as much as the warm flesh blade of a man impaling you can."
Moria struggled with the conflicting emotions that churned inside her; one part flooding over with desire for the touch of these two women, the other part feeling the ghosts of the unwashed Fates' repulsion at the lack of their own personal hygiene. The warmth of Boadicea's breast seeped through every pore of Moria's palm, igniting the possibilities that made her vagina burn. She couldn't move, she stayed immobile even as Boadicea's lips moved toward her.
Both of the spirit's fleshy lips traced Moria's bottom lip lightly, even though it was the softest of touches, tendrils of pleasure shot down from her lips straight down her body, releasing the catch on the floodgates. Moria felt the liquid begin to pool and push against her tight muscles to drip outwardly and open along the crack of her plumping pussy. She took a sharp intake of breath as Boadicea's lips traced her top lip and the rough hand of the spirit began to run up and down over her velvety vulva with a feather like touch.
Boadicea pulled back and trailed her lips over to Moria's right ear again and cooed, "It's up to you; do you want it? Or do you walk away because three old hags can't bear to touch their own pussys? Let Chuang-Mu and I take care..." Boadicea slipped a finger between Moria's pussy lips slightly and then brought her finger up and licked the liquid off the tip, "...of your exploration of the concept of squishy mud?"
