I had been traveling for many moons on my way from protecting the people and interests of the lamas in lands far away from my home, back to Nepal for the funeral of my teacher and uncle. He had taught me the ways of the Dap-Dap warrior priests, protectors of the precepts and traditions. In the tradition of Buddhism, we learned never to take life unless there is no other choice. The key to the precepts is compassion and we embody it in our tradition of protection. As I walked, I meditated on the feelings of attachment and despair that flowed through my heart. I had not seen my uncle for many years. I loved him and as I walked, I let the thoughts of anguish for not having returned sooner, when he was alive, play over me. I remembered the years of hard training. How he had spent months teaching me how to use the three yard rope with the hand sized brass rings tied to each end. My uncle was amazing. He could take on three men with swords and in a matter of moments have all of them hog-tied in a pile. He didn’t bruise one person but all were helpless and unarmed. My uncle was the embodiment of compassion and love. I missed him greatly.
As I traveled from town to town, I stopped into each temple that I pasted to pay respects. My path respects all other paths as possible ways to enlightenment. It is up to the individual to find the right path for them. The last temple I had stopped into before the night was one of the old ones. Their tradition must have started long before the Buddha ever set foot on the earth. They worshipped the spirits of nature and honored the flow of prana and the way of the instincts over any simple human concept. During my travels, I’d learned of many quaint but effective spiritual traditions.
The sun was setting early and the air was becoming chilly as I gained altitude, entering the foothills before the mountains. A light breeze blew through the evergreen trees. A few miles down the path after the temple, I found a small roadside hut with a good door that would keep out the forest’s land leaches for the night and slow down the entry of road pirates. It looked like a safe place to sleep in, equipped with a little stove for a warm fire. I entered the one room hut, rolled out my sleeping mat, and ate a light meal of oats, nuts and dried fruit. I then fell promptly to sleep with my head on my backpack as a pillow, fighting rope coiled next to my hand, my body worn out by the hard days travels.
I awoke to the sounds of dripping water echoed off the damp cave cambers as candles and torches burned on the walls. Somehow, during the night the women of the temple that I had visited the night before, on my trip to Tibet, had secured my muscular body to some kind of stone altar. Panic filled me as I realized that they had tied me to the large slab of rock in the middle of the room by brown flexible leather lines. The unseen women had my wrists and ankles tied as well as my hips. For my hips, they had used a large leather belt around my waist to make me immobile. My adventure hardened muscles stood out from my body as I strained against the bonds in my attempts at escape. It was hopeless. I could not budge even my hips from the hard warm slab of rock. To make matters worse at least one woman was with me at all times and they didn’t just stand there and watch me.
As I lay there, one of my attendants had mounted herself on my sore and stiff pole again. They had kept me erect for hours so far. The large mushroomed end was turning purple and the veins stood out like blue night crawlers on a wet rock. At first, I had thought that it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I woke to find a five foot tall redhead mouthing my lower regions with a quick passion. She ran her tongue around my balls and over my stomach until I was hard and then she promptly climbed onto the table standing with her feet on ether side of my hips while she disrobed. She started out with a red monk robe on but that was all she had on.
After taking it off, she lowered her wet hole over me. The feeling of wet vaginal flesh on my virgin, for the month, pole made my skin crawl with desire. I could feel the head of it sliding through her wetness and then pressing against the firm opening. Just the tip was touching her and she was very slowly rubbing just the head of me against herself with small quick gyrations of her hips. Then with one motion, she dropped all her weight onto my hardness. Her body enveloped me completely. My hips bucked up to meet her thrust but the leather restraints completely frustrated my thrusting member. She then proceded to grind herself forcefully onto me in a way that left little room for my continued complaint.
I relaxed into the feelings of her enveloping me. She was slowly pulling herself up my shaft and then lowering herself back down with slurping sounds. She kept me hard and excited with her slow rhythm but I could not orgasm from it. It was wonderful. As I lay there, I watched her breasts. They were the size of small grapefruits and her skin was that pale yellow color too. I wanted to touch her breast’s softness, to feel them under my strong fingers. I pulled on the bonds, my biceps rippling with strength, the ropes stretched just a little but I could not reach her at all. As I relaxed, the ropes pulled my arms back out over my head.
The young woman riding my hard shaft watched as I strained against my bonds, a sparkle in her eyes, a spasm pulsing over my pole. The lust in her blue eyes was as undeniable as the fire in the lights reflected there. She reached back behind her thighs and cupped my balls in her fingers. In that position, with her nipples jutting out, she began to move more rapidly up and down. Her thighs rippling with the pleasure she was receiving. I could feel her insides contracting, just about to explode. My balls contracted up against my body getting ready to cum as she came.
In response to the tightening of my scrotum, she wrapped her fingers around my balls, pulled my scrotum down, and with the other hand pressed hard on the space between my balls and my anus. Her hip movements became faster, more fevered. Her red lipped mouth opened with a panting, throaty cry, her crotch contracting with more pressure than I had ever felt from another woman. In her passion she pulled painfully hard on my scrotum. I tried to thrust up to cum but I could not move due to the bonds and I could not cum from the way she was holding me. In frustration I yelled, “Let me fuck you!” My cock burned to cum.
She just looked down at me over her breasts as she relaxed from her orgasm and smiled. Then she righted herself and lifted herself off me. I could feel myself plop out, the cold air hitting my hot cock. I watched torpidly as she stood up, put on her red robe and walked out of sight. I lay there in frustration, my hardness bobbing ludely in the air. I lay on the warm slab or rock for some time struggling for my freedom and then my cock started to relax. It was not yet soft but not standing up on its own either. As I felt it withering, I heard the soft bare footsteps of the fiery robed woman coming back. She walked in with a pale blue robe and hood covering her face. She walked up to the table, reached out, and grabbed me semi-limp shaft. To my surprise, I realized this was not the same woman but a new taller sturdier one. My wet softening shaft in hand, she began to cup and rub the silky head of it.
After that first encounter, I was very sensitive and the sensation of the velvety hand of the blue robed woman on my nether head made my hips jerk as uncontrolled impulses to pump into that feeling shocked my mind. It did not take long for me to become rock solid again. I waited for her to climb onto my hard shaft and impale herself but she didn’t. Instead, she walked to the head of the low table, pulled her robe up just over her hips, spread her knees apart and lowered herself onto my mouth. I still could not see much of her body but the hair growing from between her legs was long and back. The red inner lips were already sticking out from between the large swollen outer lips; a drip of her moisture glistened there.
I was sex crazed at this point so naturally I complied in hopes of getting her so hot that she would take me to completion. I opened my mouth wide, sucking in the length of her sex. I placed my tongue between her inner lips and began to lick from the hard clit at the top down to her musty and salty opening. She tasted pungent. The smell of her sex coursing through my body, making me even harder, forced me into a frenzy. I wanted to reach up and grab her ass, pull her hard against my tongue but they had me helplessly tied. She was in total control of the pressure.
I kept licking and licking. Her hips started to rock with the movements of my tongue. She was getting close to cuming. I could tell by the way she was panting and pressing harder and harder down onto my face. I licked her as intensely as I could, sucking her clit between my lips. I had made one woman cum on my cock and now the second was about to cum in my mouth as I licked her off. I was not going to take anymore of this. I need to cum. I had earned it.
