When all the trauma of my divorce was finally over and I was a free man again I decided to travel. I'd reached forty and never seen the Far East, so that's where I headed. Near my hotel there was plenty for adventurous tourists to see. Above all I wanted to see that famous, or rather infamous, temple.
I took a day excursion from my hotel to the temple. The tour bus wound through mile after mile of jungle roads. Finally we were there in the clearing where its ruins had been dug out of the jungle after being lost for hundreds of years. No one knew which long lost civilisation had built it, or why.
For religious reasons only men over eighteen were allowed into the temple itself. Women were only allowed into the outer precincts and the ramshackle tourist market which had grown up around the place. I walked along the track that led to the ruins, paid the gatekeeper a couple of coins, rounded a corner, and there it was. Cleared of the creepers that had hidden it for centuries, the time worn stone walls soared above me.
In the middle of a wall carved with texts no one had ever deciphered was the entrance. And there on either side of it stood the huge stone "Guardians of the Gate." Like all the men who had just entered the temple area with me I stopped and stared, incredulous.
The figures were twice a man's height, standing facing each other naked across the entrance. They were thrusting their hips forward, each with his stone right hand wrapped round his stone penis bending up in front of him eighteen inches long to its big round obviously circumcised head. Each man's muscles were taut and his face was twisted with the pleasure of a wank that had lasted a thousand years. After I'd recovered from the shock I took a few pictures, then passing under the arch formed by their stone penises I entered.
The roof had long since gone and light poured into the cavernous interior. All around the grey stone walls were the carvings I'd read so much about. Statues of naked women thrust their big breasts out and spread their legs wide in poses as erotic as any I'd seen in modern porn. Stone naked men with huge erect penises masturbated. Stone couples copulated, men fucking women in every sex position I could imagine, men having sex with men and women with women. Some still had traces of black paint where their pubic hair had once been. In the middle of the temple floor was a polygonal raised stone dais. No one knew what rituals had long ago been performed here, but surrounded by those erotic carvings it didn't need much imagination!
In an alcove was the shrine that men came here to see above all else. It was a stone statue of a naked woman, her voluptuous body life size, standing with her shapely legs slightly spread and her big breasts thrust up and out. Some sculptor ages back had given her face a look of erotic sensuality that still tempted. But men didn't come just to ogle her. The ancient legend said that any man who fondled her between her legs would get the next woman he wanted. Her stone vagina mound was polished smooth by the hands of centuries of lustful men. I cupped my hand over the so realistic bulge between her spread stone thighs and ran my fingers along her stone vagina lips. Then, reluctantly, I left.
It was on the bus back to my hotel that I saw her. She was sitting a couple of seats in front of me. Her blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders. She was in a well-filled short sleeved white blouse, and tan shorts that clung like a second skin to the curves of her young backside and displayed almost the whole length of her shapely lightly tanned legs. She looked early twenties and was obviously with her parents. I spent the long journey back to the hotel day dreaming about doing with her some of the things I'd seen the couples do in the carvings. I got back late to my hotel, showered, had a meal and a couple of beers, went to bed and masturbated thinking of my sweet little blonde goddess before I dropped off to sleep. Then I dreamed, and boy did I dream!
My dreams were vivid both in their content and in the way they didn't fade as soon as I woke. I still remember the detail.
I was in that temple. Its roof was in place and its interior was lit by blazing torches. The erotic statues around the walls were as sharp as if newly carved, and the fresh paint showed the black triangles of women's cunts and black pubic hair round men's erect penises and balls against their brown painted skin.
I was at some kind of religious ceremony, standing naked in a ring of other naked men around the dais. We were chanting something and my penis was iron bar hard and near vertical erect. I saw all the other men's penises were erect too.
On the dais was a low bed-like platform with a deep red cushioned top. Standing next to it was a naked woman, and I saw instantly it was the woman depicted in the alcove. Her legs were slightly spread just like the statue's, her breasts were just as big and this time they were real live flesh. More than that, standing behind the woman on the dais was a young girl wearing a long white robe. It was the blonde girl I'd ogled on the bus!
The woman standing on the dais looked around the circle of naked men. She pointed at me - I was the chosen one! I mounted the dais, reached down and cupped my hand over her cunt just like I'd done with the statue earlier. But this time I felt coarse pubic hair and soft warm vagina lips. My finger slipped between juice wetted labia into her slit and she smiled with pleasure.
"Goddess, I worship you," I said.
"I accept your worship," she replied.
The woman squatted down in front of me and took my penis head into her mouth. She squeezed her lips around it, massaged it with her tongue, and slid her lips up and down my rock hard shaft a few times. I could have taken any amount of that! But after a few strokes from her lips she stopped and laid on her back on the cushioned platform.
Somehow I knew exactly what was required of me. I got onto the platform and knelt astride the woman's waist with my hard erect penis arching upward above her front just below her breasts. She held her big brown breasts so her dark brown nipples were pointing up.
As soon as I'd knelt astride the woman the blonde girl undid a brooch at her shoulder and her white dress fell away leaving her nude. Her naked body was every bit as good as I'd imagined in my masturbation fantasy, with big firm young breasts, superb legs and a neat brown bush around her slit.
The blonde girl knelt beside me on the platform. Her hand started on my thigh and slid up to caress my balls and lightly stroke my shaft. She ran her hand over my bum, tickled me down my bum crack and reached under me from behind to tickle my arse and fondle my balls and shaft from underneath. Her breasts quivered with her movements and brushed against my arm as she ran her fingers over me. As she played with me, my hands almost involuntarily explored the soft warm smooth flesh of her thighs and bottom and reached between her spread thighs to ruffle her bush and to finger her cunt.
By the time her hand smoothly transitioned from caressing my balls and penis to wrapping around my shaft and giving me a hand job I must have been at the absolute peak of sexual sensitivity and arousal. This sweet young priestess certainly knew her trade! She had lubed her hand with some kind of oil, and her hand squeezed round my cock felt just like a tight young vagina. Her hand slid full length up and down my shaft right over my lust swollen penis head and her breasts bobbed with the rhythm of her hand as it pumped my cock. Her thumb and forefinger caught the base of my cock head just the way I like!
