Moonlight guided the car down the gravel path. Heart hammered. Uncle Anatole’s hand steady on mine. Old mansion loomed. Parked cars lined the drive. Echoes of heels on marble stairs. Heavy crimson curtains muffled the world. Dust and incense hung thick, like stale coffee mixed with cheap perfume.
Small groups chatted low. Like open-space whispers. Eyes lingered on my deep cleavage. Heavy tits strained the dress. Sorbonne professors nodded warmly. Professional smiles hid hunger. Silence fell sharp. Grave voice boomed. ‘One died at 95. We are 100. Balance broken.’ Pause. ‘Brother Anatole offers an aspirant.’ My heart stopped. Uncle’s hand on my neck. ‘You can leave anytime.’ Too late for cold feet.
The Tension Builds in the Ritual Chamber
Naked now. Clothes stacked behind oak door. Cold parquet chilled bare feet. Thirty bodies formed a circle. Candles flickered center. All women shaved smooth. No bush. Men’s cocks dangled soft. Uncle’s too. Awkward glance. Incense swirled heavy. Voices faded. Spotlights hit me first.
First man stepped in. Thirties. Beer gut. ‘Masturbate him. Extract his seed.’ Soft prick in my fist. No twitch. Crowd watched. Panic rose. Pressed my heavy tits to his chest. Slow strokes. Cupped heavy balls. Cock hardened. Veins pulsed. Faster. He grunted. Hot, musky cum splattered my hand. Pussy lips swelled. Wetness trickled.
Second man. Taller. Muscled. ‘Suck him dry.’ Cushion under knees. Breath hot on glans. Licked slow. Tongue darted. Gathered blonde hair back. Sucked deep. Secret ring at base. Synced mouth and fingers. He tensed. Thick ropes hit throat. Gulped it down. Cunt throbbed red.
Cot raised center. Old man next. ‘Take him in your sex.’ Legs spread wide. Blonde bush glistened. No foreplay. Rammed in hard. Age belied vigor. Fucked deep. Gasped. Eyes on crowd. Lust burned. Quick finish. Pulled out. Sprayed pubes white. Disappointing spurt.
The Explosive Five Trials
‘Anus now. Extract seed.’ Fear gripped. All fours. Fattest ass up. Old gray-haired woman approached. Graceful nude. Lubed his cock. Finger circled my ring. Slid in smooth. No pain. Excited body loose. Second finger. Stretched. Gland pressed. Pushed slow. Filled me. Thrusts built. Hands kneaded tits. Vulva dripped. Spotted uncle. Brunette jerked his stiff cock. Orgasm crashed. Silent scream. Body shook. He unloaded on ass cheeks.
Lights up. Champagne flowed. Orgy sparked. Prof rimmed young pussy nearby. Couples groped. I stood dazed. Hair mussed. ‘Last trial?’ Voice grave. ‘Can’t say. Next moon.’ Bullshit. ‘Do it now.’
Five men entered candle glow. Woman lubed ass again. Impaled on prone cock. Easy now. Dilated. Muscled brute filled pussy. Double stuffed. Uncle at mouth. Profs in hands. ‘Good girl, Therese. Keep going.’ All pumped. Ass deep. Pussy squelched. Sucked uncle greedy. Hands jerked profs. Waves built. Uncle flooded mouth. Swallowed. Drooled. Profs hosed tits and hair. Climax ripped. Howled mute. World spun. Blackout.
Woke noon. Bed soft. ‘You’re 101 now.’ Prophecy: two birth harmony child. New Eden. Taught years. Uncle died rich. Inherited all. Orgy moons forever. Cruise called later.