The Ritual

She got higher, and higher. It came closer, and closer. And then, her body tensed up. A long, high, plaintive moan. Shuddering and shaking, she came.

The blonde had held her tightly, as her orgasm faded away. When she finally opened her eyes again, they were all smiling at her.
They seemed very pleased, proud, and happy. And she felt like she was the queen of Sheba.

Then he came into the room. The man.
He was well groomed and shaved, wearing nothing but a fashionable, black and orange colored pair of boxer briefs that befitted him well.

He was not like Mike Buckley. And certainly nothing like Tim.
She could not tell his age. From his face, he could have been in his mid-thirties. Maybe even older.
He had very short, dark hair, but she seemed to notice some grey spots around the ears already.
But from his tight, tanned body he seemed more in his late twenties.

He was an average type of man. Average height. Average figure. Not the big muscle torso like Mike, but nevertheless very much in shape.
She thought of him as a mountainbiker. Or an in-line skater.
Not the power gym type. More the slim, athletic body of the outdoor sportsman.
Rock climbing. Race bikes. Long distance running. That stuff.
He certainly had the tight, sexy bum.

She examined his face. He had a nice, symmetric face. He wasn’t smiling – but his eyes were.
He had friendly eyes. Warm, compassionate, trustworthy eyes.
She lay there, naked, wet. And he wasn’t staring. He was looking. Into her face.
In an instant, she felt totally comfortable with this man.

He slowly approached them.
She could smell his after-shave, his sweat. His body. And it woke up 1000 butterflies in her belly.
The lady in the couch noticed. And smiled.

The blonde had closed her legs. They were both sitting upright now, bending a bit forward to the man than was standing in front of them.
The blonde reached out and put her hand upon the man’s body. She started moving her hand across his chest, softly caressing him.
Then the blonde whispered in her ear, “..go on..”.
And she understood. She too, touched the man, just like the blonde did. As her hand made contact with his warm skin,
it was like a hot shockwave came rolling up inside her. She was wet again.

The blonde’s hand traveled downwards, caressing his body in circular movements, and her hand followed the trail.
The blonde’s hand passed over his belly, and with the next pass, briefly, but visibly, it touched the bulge in his briefs.
His penis.
She seized the moment, and did the same. Then she felt it. Her heart beat in her throat. She swallowed.
She clearly felt it. The shape. This warm, male thing was going to go inside her. Today.
In all the previous time, it had never happened. There was always something, some reason why it couldn’t.
She had gotten close a few times. But then something always got in the way.
This time, nothing would get in the way. This time, there was no reason for doubt whatsoever.
No wondering, no hoping. Only the certainty. It WAS going to happen!

The blonde must have noticed how her hand had halted on the man’s penis for a while.
She took one side of his briefs and slowly started pulling it down. Then waited for a moment.
She got the hint. She grabbed the other side of his briefs, and started to pull it down.
She was pulling down a man’s briefs.

Bit by bit, it appeared. The shaft of his penis. Her heart was beating.
As the garments’ waist band passed the head of the penis, it popped out.
Now she saw it completely. She looked at it. The skin was a bit wrinkled.
She looked at the head. A bit darker of color, small, with the opening in the middle – the head of the one-eyed snake.
They couldn’t reach any further, so the man stepped back a bit and removed his briefs.
She could now see his total naked body. His penis was still half flaccid, hanging defenseless in front of his cleanly shaved balls.
She couldn’t help but stare at that naked male sexual organ.

He came close again, and while whispering in her ear “caress him..”, the blonde took his penis in her hand, and gently started playing with it.
She was now touching him with both hands, from his chest down to his belly, and the blonde was caressing his dick and his balls.
She watched how his penis was growing. It got thicker, and longer. With little jolts, it slowly came upright.

The blonde helped the man, by putting her fingers around the shaft and pulling the skin back and forth very slowly.
The man was visibly exited by this. His penis had gotten fully erect now.
All wrinkles were gone, the head had become thick and darker red.
In erection, the penis was curved, pointing straight up.
And - she was slightly amazed - it had almost doubled in length.

The blonde took her hands into hers, and put them on his genitals. One hand holding his balls, the other around his penis.
She felt the penis was hard and warm.
Then, guiding her hands, the blonde started stroking it again.
She first let the blonde lead her hands, but then started to actively stroke.
As she was stroking the penis, the blonde took her hands off.
She was on her own. She had the man to herself.
The blonde just held her tight. And she was stroking the man, and feeling his balls.

The man closed his eyes, and breathed out. He was clearly enjoying it. Her hands. Her moves.
She could feel his penis get really hard. She could feel it throb. She heard the man’s breath as she worked his sensitive, excited organ.
She felt great. She felt every inch a woman.

She decided to play around a bit, stroking him very slowly, pulling the skin further back.
She watched his face and chest. He grunted softly as she pulled it all the way back, her hand touching his body, squeezing his penis base.

Then she put her hand just behind the penis head, giving him shorter strokes, but increasingly faster.
He started breathing heavily, moving, pushing his penis into her hand, like he was fucking it.
She enjoyed how he was surrendered to her. She had him in her hand. Entirely. And she gave him so much pleasure.
She noticed some clear fluid starting to ooze out of his penis head. It reached her hand. It felt like warm butter.
With each movement of her hand, her thumb now spread the stuff all over his glans.
His breathing and movements increased. He was softly moaning.

Then the blonde put a hand on hers and stopped her stroking. She let go of the penis.
The man opened his eyes again, took a deep breath.
Somehow, she felt a little disappointment. She had felt like she was in total control of the man, and she really enjoyed that.
And she wanted to go on stroking him, controlling him.. until SHE would have made him come!
That idea was such a turn on. She really wanted to know how it would be. Feeling the man come.
Seeing him lose all control, and ejaculate. And she got so close to it.

But the blonde woman pulled her back, against her body, and slowly started caressing her breasts and nipples again, that instantly got hard.
She pressed hot kisses in the back of her neck.
The man was standing right in front of her, patiently, watching them, his penis rock hard and pointing straight up to the ceiling.
In a way it was funny, but the sight of that big, hard, very excited penis just made her so hot.

One warm hand slowly slid down her tummy, and then, those strong fingers dove into her wet slit again.
The fingers spread her labia, caressed her clit, slid down her opening and inside, turning, softly stretching it with two fingers, fucking it.
The fingers went in deep and firm, and she felt hot shivers running up her body. The fingers were fucking her intensely,
while she was looking at that hard, erect penis. And she knew what would be coming next. And she craved for it.

She leaned all the way back, her head against the blonde’s chest, eyes half closed, pushing her legs wide open
as she enjoyed the fingers sliding in and out of her. She was already breathing heavily, when the blonde gave the man a distinct sign.
He approached. She opened her eyes again..
She wanted to see him come inside her.

With the foreskin pulled back, he slipped his hot penis head softly through her wet slit, up and down, drenching it in her moist.
Now he had put his penis along inside her slit, and made fucking movements that stroked her labia,
his balls slapping against her opening, the edge of the head rubbing her clit. She bucked.
He slid down again, deeper this time. The top of his glans now found her opening. She was so incredibly wet.
Instinctively she spread her legs as far as she could. She held her breath and waited for what was coming.
With a steaming hot glaze, she looked deep into the man’s eyes, as he slowly pushed his penis inside her.

She felt him coming in. There was a little discomfort, as his thick hot glans went in, but the mild sting inside her only made her more horny.
She twisted her hips, pushed up her pubis, as he got deeper inside her.
There was a smile on her lips as she deeply sighed. He held still and waited a bit. Then he started slowly retracting.
She felt an urge to put her legs around him and get him back where he was, inside her ..
But then he stopped, and carefully pushed his throbbing cock back inside her all the way. Again she sighed.

Now he slowly began moving, retracting and pushing in again. As she groaned, he moved faster.
He continued fucking her like that for a short while, then he started other games.
He withdraw his penis completely, let her anticipate for a moment. Then he put his penis head in her opening, pushing it in and popping it out again.
It made her crazy. Every once in a while, he would thrust all the way in and give her a couple of long, hard strokes, then withdraw.
He patted his glans on her clit. It made her wild.
Now he pushed his penis all the way in, and started making small but forceful moves.
She felt like she was completely filled up inside, about to burst with every thrust he gave.
His balls slamming against her ass, his pubis grinding against her clit. She was gasping for breath. And producing moaning sounds coming from deep inside her.
Then he pulled it out, placed her legs upon his shoulders, grabbed her thighs, and started fucking her with long strokes, first slowly, but soon he was really pumping hard.

Meanwhile, the blonde’s warm, forceful hands were kneading her breasts as they shaked by the force of his strokes,
pinching her hard nipples as she moved her body along in rhythm with the fucking couple.
The man was sweating, groaning, and working hard, and she didn’t know anything anymore.

Then, she reached her climax. It hit her like a burning heatwave, and she drowned in those waves of heat flushing through her body.
Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she felt her body contracting. She probably screamed.

The woman’s hands were on her tummy now, holding her softly, as her orgasm faded away.
The man, who had apparently stopped moving, now began thrusting in and out again, gently at first because she was very sensitive after her orgasm,
but then faster and faster, harder and harder.
She could hear him pant and groan, seeing how all of the muscles in his sweat covered body were tensed up ..
as he was working his way to an orgasm. Inside her.
She was moaning from his continuing thrusts, when suddenly he slowed down a bit.
She looked in his face. It seemed as if he wasn’t there anymore. His mouth grinned. His eyes glazed over.
Inside her, he moved in an irregular way, as if he was searching for a keyhole in the dark.
He started making very small moves, she could feel the tension in his penis increase, it got even thicker.
He was holding his breath, moving very carefully. Then he stopped, his body tensed up, and he groaned loudly.
As he came, he pushed his penis deep inside her a few times, then started pumping again.
After a few times he slowly came to a stop. She could feel a warm fluid start to leak from her vagina.

He pulled back. The warm goo started oozing out, slowly making its way along her ass.
The blonde held her tightly, so she leaned back, closed her eyes and completely relaxed. She didn’t even see the man leave.
Then the woman kissed her on the cheek. She opened her eyes.
She noticed the lady on the couch. She was leaning back, one leg on the couch.
She had her little red g-string pulled aside completely, and was fingerfucking herself slowly with one hand,
softly kneading one breast with the other, as she had been watching them fuck on the stool.
She saw the big labia in full view, now glistening wet. She saw the lady’s finger slowly sliding in and out of the wet spot.
There were no inhibitions in this room. There was only freedom of the flesh.
The lady had her eyes half closed, and just smiled.

Then her eyes found the naked girl on the other end of the sofa.
She was laying back, relaxed, both hands clenched between her thighs.
She smiled. She knew the girl had been getting herself off too.

Not much was said after that. No speeches, no ceremony. No gold medals.
After the lady was done, they all got up, and she was tenderly hugged and kissed by each of the women.
And she vaguely remembered something being said about the man being sterilized so there was nothing to worry about.
But what she mostly remembered was this warm feeling of intense inner joy. A feeling of being one of them. Of finally belonging.

And now she was back on the street. Still a bit bewildered of the things that had happened to her in the past hours.
But content. Deeply satisfied. Happy.

She felt touched, warped, stretched inside. It was like something was still inside her, filling her up.
It didn’t really hurt, but she felt it clearly as she walked. And she smiled, thinking of what had been inside her body.

She took a deep, confident breath.
She was a woman now.
And hell, she was going to enjoy every moment, every single bit of it!