Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

“I am a devotee of Brahma, the Creator.”

“And what beliefs does that entail?”

“Brahma began the process of creation,” he said solemnly. “Together, Brahma and Saraswati begat the whole race of mortals.

“How divine,” she purred, and patted the cloth over her thighs, pausing to wipe the fiery red of her pussy pelt. Aware of the increased attentiveness of his cock, and also aware that his eyes followed her every move, she filled her lungs, expanding her breasts before him. “And what else do you believe?”

“Sexual union is an auspicious Yoga, which, though involving enjoyment of all the sensual pleasures, gives release. It is a path to liberation.”

“Now that is something I too believe in,” she said firmly. She dropped her eyes again to his rising shaft; it was thickening nicely and the dark skin was tightening over the plump head, gradually pulling back, displaying more and more of the nut-brown knob. “Is that your prayer stick?” she asked facetiously.

“It’s my holy lingam , the symbol of Lord Shiva, the Supreme Yogi.”

She placed a hand on her pussy, cupping it. “And what is this?”

“That is your sweet yoni , the symbol of Shakti, the essence of bliss. She is the love power.”

“How true, how true… do teach me more.”

Wordlessly he took her hand, tugging her gently into the small cave. “In the springtime the rounded hips of amorous women are adorned with silken garments,” he said, as if quoting someone, and laid her down on the cloth pallet. Kneeling beside her, he reached for a small wooden bowl. “Languid with passion, they rub sandalwood paste mixed with sweet flowers, saffron, and musk on their breasts.” Tenderly he touched each of her nipples with a sticky orange substance from the bowl, and instantly she felt fires burst to life on her breasts. Her nipples expanded greatly, popping up like small telescopes searching for more pleasure. The sweet smell of exotic flowers was everywhere.

“Where there is only worldly enjoyment, there is no release,” he said softly, and touched the sticky residue to the opening of her “sweet yoni .” “And where there is only release, there is no worldly enjoyment. But both worldly enjoyment and release are in the palm of the hand of one who is devoted to the higher being.”

From the spot on her labia where he had lightly touched her, the fire of lust broke out like a sudden rash. It quickly spread deep up her love channel, heating the very core of her sexual appetite. She rolled to one hip, facing him. Between his kneeling legs, his shaft now rose straight out from him, pointing its insistent head at her. He handed her the small bowl of exotic aphrodisiac and leaned back on his hands. “Worship my Shiva lingam .”

She knelt and dipped her fingers into the sweet, warm substance. Delicately she dabbed the stuff on the head of his throbbing cock, smoothing it into the under-ridges and down the length. She noticed that his eyes were closed and that he was breathing deeply and slowly in through his nostrils, exhaling fully from his mouth. She clasped both hands firmly on his holy tool and pulled the foreskin over the shiny brown head, then pushed it back tightly, squeezing until the knob began to turn a deep purple. Back and forth she tugged, feeling the intense heat emanating from the entire length of his shaft.

Eyes still closed, he chanted softly, “Where there is ecstasy, there is Creation. Where there is no ecstasy, there is no Creation. In the Infinite, there is ecstasy. There is no ecstasy in the finite.”

“Amen to that,” she intoned, and slowly lowered her mouth to his straining organ. Her tongue darted out, licking the sweet-tasting substance she had applied. His whole body jerked with a spasm of surprise, and she sucked the head deep into her mouth. Worshipfully she took it in, wiping it clean with her tongue. She teased the small slit, scrubbed the bulbous ridges, and traced his length with her lips. When she pulled back to look at his face, he was staring openmouthed, as if unfamiliar with such forms of worship. She winked and lay back on the scratchy bed of cloth covered with straw. Flinging wide her legs, she explored with her fingers the furled edges of her love temple. She was already wet with desire and could feel a demanding urgency building within her.

With the fluidity of a dancer, he moved gracefully between her legs and sat facing her, his long limbs stretched out on either side of her buttocks. She looked over the pale mountains of her breasts and watched him position his brown stick, pushing it down to the very portals of her pussy. He nudged its head slowly up and down along her trembling labia, increasing the size of her heated opening. Gently he eased only the head of his cock into her, and pulled her legs over the tops of his thighs. Scooting his hips toward her, he pushed deeper inside until he was buried to the hilt. For a long while she waited with growing impatience for him to begin moving. She could feel the walls of her vagina undulating over his hardness, and still he did not move.

Raising herself on her elbows, she looked at him. He too was lying flat on his back, eyes closed, a look of such beatific bliss on his handsome, young face that he appeared to be experiencing a profound spiritual union. Not wanting to disturb any religious ritual, she slowly began rocking her hips, driving his holy hard-on in and out, and suddenly she felt his cock spring to life within her.

Deep, satisfying strokes propelled her into an ecstasy so intense that she felt she was indeed making it with a very holy man. The feelings of pleasure were so all-encompassing that all sense of time and place faded away, all sense of her own body and mind disappeared. She could not separate where she ended and he began, or which one of them was male, which female. All of her was joined to all of him, and the sensation was so overpowering that she felt a unique mystical uplifting, transporting her into a golden haze, a blurring of all her most primal emotions. Soon, waves of climaxes racked their bodies and still they fucked on and on, ever lifting her higher until she exploded beyond consciousness, into the realms of erotic nirvana.

She drifted back to earth on a fluffy cloud, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings and the still-moist warmth glowing like a hot ember between her legs. White-hot sunlight bounced off the red clay of the cave’s walls, and through the arched opening she could see the Ganges flowing from the Himalayas, moving steadily, but with a stately dignity. She summoned the energy to roll over, and discovered that she was alone in the cramped confines. Beside the pallet, a wooden bowl held a few dates, a chunk of flat bread, and a brilliantly red tropical flower of a sort she had never seen before. Ravenously she began eating a date, but the river sparkled below her too invitingly.

Crawling out into the sun, she felt at once on fire, her pale skin searing in the solar rays. Squinting in the brightness, she scrambled to her knees and ran lightly to the water’s edge and into the water. She was just knee-deep when she noticed with some surprise that she was the object of the astounded attention of a handful of farmers filling wooden buckets with water. She laughed gaily, waving at them and feeling wonderfully alive and invigorated, then plunging into the water to her neck. Motionless, they watched her cavorting in their holy waters and gazed in openmouthed admiration as she boldly rose and walked, full of assurance, her white breasts held high, her hips swaying provocatively, toward the mouth of the cave.

Inside, she had just finished drying off and had pulled on her panties when a shadow blocked the entrance. She drew back with a start, and then relaxed as her handsome Indian holy prince of a lover bent into the cool interior. His velvety liquid eyes held hers, and in that moment their union was as complete as it had been on the pallet the night before. Stooping, he took the brilliant red flower from the now-empty bowl and stood up to place it in her hair, behind one ear. He smiled at her beautiful image. “While you slept so soundly, I went to the city. I have found someone who can help you in your search for your friend.”