Ruby Rhapsody - Perverted Passions

"Promise to stay with me until I loosen up?"

Ted nodded and held the door open for her. Heart in her throat, Katt stepped forward with her fears, determined to face the sea of strange new faces.

It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her, when there was only fortytwo sets. Noisy conversation petered out. The quiet became deafening.

Katt blushed from head to toe and pressed against Ted. His arm came around her waist, and she found comfort and courage in it.

In a voice that easily carried throughout the entire room, Ted said with pride, "I would like to introduce my wife and fellow archaeologist, Katt MacNeil."

Everyone seemed to murmur greetings at once. Still they were very orderly as they fell into a ragged line and filed past her, shaking her hand and telling her who they were.

It was the craziest feeling Katt had ever had. Here she was, standing nude, in a receiving line, being formally introduced to men and women just as naked as she was!

The really odd thing was that not one of the men let their hands or even their eyes wander lower than her face. They did not make any lewd remarks, or smirk knowingly. She might have been the belle of the ball, dressed in a gown and wearing a tiara on her head.

Katt began to relax and enjoy the pleasant exchange with those who spoke English. She felt Ted's sustaining arm fall from around her waist.

The first man in line was also the last man in line. Katt vaguely remembered Ted saying that he was the head man of the cult and calling him High Principal. He took her hand again and spoke to both her and Ted.

"It is our unanimous agreement that you will not undergo the normal initiation, Katt MacNeil. It is obvious to us that you are a bit nervous, and we have no wish to put you through any undue stress. Your husband is a member of good standing here. Therefore, we shall forego the sperm ceremony and begin the Kama Sutra instructions."

Ted was impressed. Nothing of this nature had ever occurred in any of the Indian cults he had belonged to in twenty years. Evidently, the High Principal and the other males really had the hots for Katt, and were taking no chances of her being offended by their unusual rituals.

"We are honoured, High Principal," he replied, bending his head downward. With proper respect in his voice for the High Principal Of Desire, Ted said, "You would do me greater honour, to be the first one to instruct my wife."

Dazed, Katt stood there, listening, and still didn't believe what was happening. Ted was offering her cunt to this tall, elegant man of India whom he referred to as, "High Principal Of Desire."

"The honour shall be mine. Come…" He held out a broad, dark hand to Katt.

She did not look at Ted. She firmly placed her hand in his and let him lead her away.

The High Principal Of Desire took her through the room with a striking, cathedral ceiling. Tall gold candelabras softened, and cast an impression of opulence over the plump pillows and low couches that seemed to be grouped here and there. The room was a study of subtle, muted colours of the desert.

As they climbed up three steps, she realized they were on a broad stage, overlooking the entire room. In the center was a bed, to the left of it, an armless lounge and a couple of straight back chairs. To the right of it were more desert coloured floor cushions in opulent fabrics scattered about. And above them, of all things, hung a swing from a beam in the ceiling.

Speaking gently, so as not to frighten her more, the High Principal spoke softly to Katt. "Shall we just lay down on the bed, side by side and talk a moment? Your heart is beating like that of a frightened bird." He drew her down so that they lay facing each other.

"You are a beautiful woman… beautiful." He ran his hands over her arms, but was careful to avoid touching her breasts. "Are you frightened of me, or of so many eyes?" he asked kindly.

"Not afraid, actually. Just skittish."

"You have made love to a man other than your husband?"

"Yes."

"Then it is doing it before his eyes that worries you?"

"No, not that," Katt admitted, not understanding it herself. "I have made love to a man in front of my husband."

"Then you are ready. I am always first, since it is my right as the head of this cult. Although I waved the sperm ritual, I will now claim it for myself. You see, I enjoy the oral, mutual pleasure of the Kama Sutra, which you most likely refer to as the "69'."

Katt glanced down at his cock for the first time. It was about six inches long at full stand. Pinkish-brown in colour, it was slender and had a small head. It would certainly not gag her. She was pleased.

"It is my duty to begin your teachings in control. In this side by side position, we will stimulate each other until we feel the juice begin to rise. Then, we will break contact. You may still use your fingers to stimulate me, to keep my cock stiff, and I will continued to stimulate you.

"When the danger of orgasm has passed, we will resume oral contact. In this manner, we will be able to prolong our sex act for hours. It is possible, if you are very adept at the art of building tension in me, of maintaining it at a high level without letting me climax. Then I will reward you with continual orgasms like you have never before had."

"Why would not you wish to cum many times also?"

"Ahhh, you will learn that answer for yourself-soon. But I will tell you this. Such prolonged tension, in a man, is a coveted act, for when he does ultimately ejaculate, the sensations are vastly intensified."

"I may touch any part of your body?"

"Any part."

His fingers traced an arc around her nipple and as Katt watched, her brain sent a message to her nerve centres. She felt an erotic tug at her uterus, and a warmth flood her abdominal area.

The High Principal Of Desire's prick had risen stiffly long before he had touched her glorious breast, for he had sneaked a peek at her bush.

It was not seemly for him to be so taken with her golden hair. Yet he was, and he struggled to conceal his vulnerability to her as well as to his cult followers. Truth be known, the High Principal was somewhat nervous himself. What if he should disgrace himself, and cum in her mouth, before the minimum hour was up?

Katt did not find the man of India all that sexy or attractive. But she did become excited thinking about him sucking her pussy. Also, Ted and all the others would be watching him do it to her.

Determined to show restraint this time in her lovemaking, Katt reached down and began to lightly stroke the High Principal's cock.

In turn, he insinuated a finger into the core of Katt's tight, lubricating pussy and wriggled it around. Gazing down at his hand against the blonde hair, he realized it was a grave mistake to look at her pussy. It would be his undoing. His cock lurched drunkenly in her hand.

Flushed, Katt knew he was going to work her into a froth and then not let her cum. She tried to keep her body from reacting to his fingers.

To her chagrin, she seemed to have little control over her body's response. It did it without her permission. She would disgrace herself and Ted by acting like a slut.

"I'll never learn restraint," she whispered to her new consort.

"Do you find me that desirable?" he inquired, sounding pleased rather than the other way around.

Katt told the truth without bruising the man's ego. "You are driving me crazy."

He whispered, "You are also tempting me. I shall have to keep my eyes closed and not gaze upon the fair hair as I go down on you."

"You are taken with the colour?"

He nodded a bit shamefully.

"In the United States, there are many blonde women."

Her eyes closed dreamily and her pelvis began to thrust rhythmically as the High Principal's finger probed her depths deliciously, then came out to caress her clit. Katt stirred faster, her heart in a flutter.