Justine smiled excitedly as she drove her V.W. through the darkening Carolina hills on her way to the country home of her godfather Leo and his wife Sophia. It was her first spring break, and her boyfriend had to stay on campus. Her roommates were headed to Daytona to chase boys and get wasted. They teased her about her decision not to go, said she was too innocent and naïve (they even called her “Miss Purity” occasionally). She strongly disagreed. She wasn’t so innocent. She had made love to her boyfriend Bob many times, well…several times, and had even tried to please him orally once (though she had to admit she hadn’t tried very hard). She certainly could have had any man she wanted. She had full breasts and lips and firm buns that begged to be spanked, long blond hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and bright blue eyes hid behind thick-rimmed glasses. At eighteen, boys had been making passes at her for five years, and she was tired of it.
Leo and Sophia lived in a large farmhouse, complete with gables and a large stone cellar. It lay just outside of a small town with a liberal arts college where Leo taught philosophy and Sophia art. She was excited: she was going to surprise her godparents, having gotten out a few days early. She was just disappointed she wouldn’t be making it for dinner, as their dinners were always delightful. Sophia’s cooking was robust, the wine plentiful, and the guests always interesting. They entertained a wide variety of people, usually professors from their college, but also politicians, ministers, doctors, and teachers. But their most frequent visitors were a Baptist minister who always argued the conservative side of any discussion (Justine didn’t care much for him), and his demure wife Ruth, a doctor named Paul Bittman who was blond, cute, and always teased Justine (she had even had a crush on him at one point), and Debbie Day, a sweet and perky teacher with dark hair cut short. Justine loved her. She was the only member of the group not yet in her forties, though everyone was quite healthy and hearty. The discussions were always lively, frequently impassioned, and about multiple and diverse topics. Leo studied a wide range of subjects, though lately he had been reading about paganism and magick.
As she drove through the sheltering pines to the house, she was surprised to see that no lights were on despite the fact that several cars were in the driveway. She called out as she pushed open the heavy oak door, but no one answered. Decidedly odd she thought. Some candles burned on the dining room table, so where were they? Nothing seemed amiss except…the cellar door was open. She tried the switch, and it didn’t work. But as she descended a few steps, she thought she heard a murmur of voices and saw a flicker of light below. The air seemed to be getting warmer. Suppressing an urge to cry out (she very much wanted to surprise them and was curious as well), she continued downward.
“Seek ecstasy,” said a voice that sounded like Sophia’s.
“Lust is the path,” said a group of voices.
“Ama Laga.”
It was extremely hot and humid in the cellar, and by the time Justine had reached the floor, her glasses were completely fogged. She could make out a group of people around some candles; the walls were covered in white. As she approached the group, she could smell sweat and cedar wood, and she inhaled deeply. Suddenly the woman closes to her struck her chest with her fist three times then loudly said with Sophia’s voice:
“Na So Ko Ma.”
“Na So Ko Ma,” replied the group.
As she reached the circle, her glasses cleared, and she saw that it was indeed Sophia and five others. And, they were all naked!
“Na So Ko Ma,” said the group.
Justine gasped in shock and embarrassment. Quickly Leo, who stood beside Sophia, stepped over to her and covered her mouth with his hand while still maintaining the chant. He looked into her frightened eyes with caring and reassurance, and she resisted the urge to flee.
“Na So Ko Ma,” the group chanted continuously.
Dr. Paul came up from behind her and gagged her with a soft leather thong, then bound her hands together in front of her. He took a knife and carefully cut off her yellow sundress and her pink panties and bra, then threw them into the darkness behind them.
Oh my god, what are they going to do with me?
“Na So Ko Ma,” they chanted without pause.
Paul led her outside of the circle of light, and then very gently pushed her down to her knees. She tried to cover her nakedness, ashamed, and averted her eyes from the group, then realized it was useless. She looked around the circle, blushing…
“Na So Ko Ma.”
…and realized it was all her godfather’s regular guests! The Reverend and his wife, Dr. Paul, and Debbie. She thought she saw someone in the shadows as well, outside the circle of candle light. Justine was surprised to see what good shape everyone was in for their age. Their bodies were toned, muscled, and tanned, and the Reverend was built like a football linesman. She noticed too that Leo and Sophia had ash marks on their foreheads. But, what was going on!? Naked and chanting in a cellar (especially with a pastor)?
“Na So Ko Ma.”
Justine allowed herself to peek at the men’s penises. Paul’s looked about the same as Bobbys’s, while Leo’s was longer and thicker. But, Justine gasped when she saw the Reverend’s: it was fat and very long and reminded her of a baby elephant’s trunk. One would definitely have to call that one a cock! Sophia spread her legs and lifted up her arms to form the shape of a star.
“Na So Ko Ma.”
Leo fell to his knees and kissed her feet, then her pubis, inhaling deeply, then her breasts. He circled around her three times then kissed her between her buttocks, then her back, then passionately on the lips. One by one the others knelt to worship the priestess. Justine noticed that the men were stroking their pricks which were hardening.
“Na So Ko Ma.”
Sophia looked flush. She picked up a chalice-like cup of wine that had been sitting between the two candles and drank. She passed it to the kneeling chanting group, the last one draining it, then knocked three times upon her chest.
“Na So Ko Ma.”
She then laid back with her legs spread wide, her pussy open and wet. The men surrounded her, their pricks hard and bobbing. Justine gasped through the gag: the Rev’s cock looked like a tree limb oozing with sap, red and menacing. Leo kissed Sophia then entered her with a single thrust that made her groan.
