My first effort. Although clearly me remembering something, I chose to write in the present tense.
Goddess Worship
It is evening. The bonfire is just lit. My cape flutters slowly in the gentle breeze. I am completely naked beneath it. Indeed it is the only clothing allowable at this Gathering. It has a fastener at the top and that is it. It is meant to be more groundsheet than any attempt at concealing my body.
The forest is dark. The night is cool and clear.
I am at a Pagan fertility rite.
I look at the Priestess with a critical eye. Here is 170 cm and 65 kg of toned, dark sexual appetite with firm D cups and a round arse that practically begs for someone's hands to grab and squeeze it. Her white robe is open. Her areola chocolate coloured. There is no hint of pubic hair between her thighs. Distracting. She has a reputation for simply being insatiable when it comes to sex. Rumour has it that this Priestess has wandered Gatherings with semen running down her legs demanding to be fucked. I have seen her sucking on sleeping men in an attempt to get them hard enough to fuck. Apparently not even the unconscious are safe.
I know my wife is close by. We were here to worship the Goddess without inhibition and without restraint. We are toned. There is the hint of muscle definition in both of us. My wife has pert C cups and a light chocolate coloured complexion courtesy of her Cambodian-Chinese ancestors. I am tall and solidly built with a thick 15 cm cock and a large appetite. Both of us enjoy fucking and worshipping The Goddess is simply an excuse to indulge.
Around me is every shade of human being ranging from almost ebony to porcelain. The bodies fortunately are of the toned variety. I know from previous gatherings that the full gamut of sexuality is here as well. This is not a place for either the modest nor the narrow minded.
I move closer to get a better look at the fucking machine that is the Priestess.
I look around. Some are beginning to worship before being told to. I see my wife is one of those. Her cape is open. Someone is fondling her tits. She has her eyes shut and is slowly stroking his cock. She moans softly. The cock she is stroking is hard and white, it is also quite large...just her sort. Someone comes up to her begins to kiss her pert nipples. She opens her legs. He slips between them. She then wraps her legs around him and pulls him into her crotch. There is only one place for him to go. I can see by the expression on her face that he has done just that. Very slowly she begins to rock her crotch back and forth. She is being held by both men. Very slowly she is fucking the guy in front of her.
Beside me
In front of me is what looks like a Tamil woman judging by the colour of her hair and her profile against the now roaring bonfire. Mmmm! Chocolate coloured B cups, pert and awake nipples as well. Whoever said patience was a virtue never had a place like this in mind.
There is one last exhortation from the Priestess, a demand that we basically fuck without inhibition and without restraint. We are here to fuck ourselves to exhaustion.
With this the Priestess lays on her back, spreads her legs and tells the nearest male to fuck her. He is already hard from simply watching her give the dedication. He is also very quick to oblige. Within a minute his cock is slipping between her pussy lips.