Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

"Darling!" she gasped. "Did the Madame change her mind?"

Paul gulped in his amazement, stumbling forward, his own shaft already bucking against the draping of his white and gold toga. By the time he had reached the bar where Danielle's dazzling face loomed like an ecstatic vision, he had encountered several more erotic instances that caused him to peer in awe at the captivating hostess and say, "Goddamnit, what kind of orgy is this, anyway?"

"Ma chere, that's exactly what it is… and you are upset. You need a drink. Danielle will fix you her own special… and in a little while you will know all of the answers." She spoke to him in French as he looked at her in astonishment. His eyes were caught by the particular gleam reflected from her jewel-like lower lip, and the spectacle of her uninhibited breasts dancing beneath the tight silkish material of her deep wine-colored toga. She pressed a glass into his hand and said, "Drink it, cheri. Quickly, and I will make you one more before the dance."

Paul gulped away the sweet tasting liquid, her words lingering in his mind, his gratuitous prayer one of thanks that Janet was not here… involved in this profligacy.

"Wh-What dance?" he managed, half lying across the small bar.

"We have been waiting for you, my love. Now you will see. Drink that and I will pour us both one more and we will go to a couch to watch."

He studied her. She was a bit woozy in his vision. Hell, he gathered he was drunk anyway, and these apertifs could add little to his stupor. He swallowed it away and let her pour him another, then waited for her to lead him to one of the central couches next to a circular clearing left in the center of the floor. He flopped onto it with his arm raised and around her as she clapped her hands loudly… and then, it began.

As they rushed onto the center portion left vacant for them, Paul immediately saw that they were little older than pubescent children, maybe in their first teens.

Simultaneously, he saw at the far end several naked dark youths beating upon tight-skinned drums, the rhythm immediately filling the room. Then, from a suddenly opened door came the dancers, two separate troupes of brown boys and girls with nothing about their nude bodies but the traditional loin-cloth, or futeh, as Danielle called it, a narrow blue breech-clout which hung in front to their mid-thighs, just barely concealing their private parts. Immediately, he saw that the boy's loincloths were starting to lift with their hard penises.

The girls were covering their naked pear-shaped breasts with their hands, moving off to the right, their tight round buttocks shining in the half-light. And now, the drummers began to increase their beat, and the boys began to move by way of signaling to the girls with their eyes and hands; but the latter turned away in modesty, seemingly not interested in their advances. And so it went… and Paul repeated stupidly, "Jesus! What is this anyway?"

"Contain yourself, ma chere," Danielle Leduc teased.

"Christ, my goddamned cock is like a ramrod!" he blurted, his head commencing to swim pleasantly.

"Soooo," she taunted. "This, my sweet, is a fertility rite. Although we have to use Moroccans to perform it, some of the girls have had a clitoridectomy and a nymphotomy, almost necessary operations to perform the dance in its full splendor."

Paul stared as the young men walked away from the girls and fell into a circle where they pretended to smoke a pipe.

"Sometimes, darling, we show pornographic movies, but for you I thought this would be better," Danielle said, leaning heavily against him, her hand rubbing along his ribs and finally over his stomach on the outside of his toga. "A real live show… just for you, ma chere."

Paul reached over and caressed her breast, soft and pliant and promising, kissing her full on the mouth and pressing his tongue forward. Eagerly, she accepted it, drawing it into her mouth as her hand slipped beneath his gown and clutched his jerking cock with a certain finality… eventually moving into a knowing and gentle massage.

Paul gasped aloud as he felt her skinning it back so that the pulsing red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin and the cooling air rushed against it. Then he saw the lovely young dusky girls become uncommonly bold, strutting forward with the tempo of the ever beating drums. They commenced to perform a belly-dance, writhing and wriggling and shimmying their young, lithe bodies, proudly thrusting their ripe, naked breasts and buttocks out, undulating and gyrating their smooth bellies and hips, and teasingly uncovering, then covering again, their sparsely haired mons by a quick sideward flick of the futeh with their nimble fingers. At last, they ripped away their loincloths in a white heat of amorous agitation, revealing themselves stark naked.

With a wild cry of triumph came the boys, yanking away their own breech-clouts, revealing their virile young cocks in violent erection. They approached the girls in a frenzy of measured movement, their handsome brown bodies glistening with perspiration, their every muscle rippling and aquiver, their long slim pricks vibrating in the palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.

Abruptly, the boys paired off and approached a girl, dancing around her and making as if to seize her in their embraces. She pretended to resist, shifting her shoulders from one side to another, covering her eyes and then her breasts, then her throbbing pussy. Finally, one of the boys came up behind her while the other frisked about in front. In order to thwart the latter, she bent slightly forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs, and to further hinder him from entering her, she put forth her slim hands and greedily grasped his prick, rubbing it in her palms and, stroking it up and down while he struggled to take her hands away by grabbing at her forearms and clutching her firm, ripe breasts.

Once more, Paul groaned aloud, and as if to quiet him, Danielle leaned over, thrusting his cock deep into her throat in one, long, slow, continuous movement, sucking momentarily and causing him to groan and heave his loins upward at her involuntarily as the warm, wet cavern of her mouth sent a wild spasm wracking through him, then she drew slowly up and away with clasping lips.

"Now, ma chere," she whispered hotly into his ear, "contain yourself until the dance is done."

"Oh shit," Paul groaned, as suddenly, the youth to the rear of the young girl dancer darted forward, swooping his slick shaft between her buttocks which had been presented to him in perfect form. The girl released an ecstatic cry, her face taut, and lurched her loins forward as the boy in her rear began to pummel her. At the same time, the lad in front seizing his opportunity, yanked away her hands, snared her in his embrace, then thrust his cock completely into her vagina in one lunge.

Christ, Paul thought. He wasn't sure but what that one in back had his prick right up her ass!

Now, both boys were hugging her tightly and still hopping around, ramming their pricks in and out of her rhythmically until she looked as if she were about to sag from the vicious buffeting. Her mouth was open and he could hear her incoherent moaning babbles. Her eyes closed and then opened in a lost glaze of passion as finally she managed to stand perfectly still, her thighs slightly apart while the two boys were grinning and shouting and pounding into her from both sides, ramming rapidly to the cadence of the drums, until the moaning girl seemed ready to crumble. Perspiration poured from their bodies and in the flickering light Paul could see the seminal fluid oozing from her gaping, lipless cunt and down the girl's thighs, trickling along her legs in small rivulets.

Abruptly, the sweat coated girl collapsed to her knees, jerking her shoulders and rolling her head in wild delirium, her eyes closed, her mouth open and working like a fish out of water.