Together we step into the pool. The water is perfect -- hot, but not scalding. Somehow, a sponge is in my hand and I began to wash my body. Ramita turns away from me, showing off her full, womanly ass cheeks. "Christine, would you help me please and wash my back?" she asks shyly.
"With a shaky hand, I do so, slowly, softly running the sponge down her back and over her ass cheeks, taking my time as I run it back along the crack of her ass.
"May I help you, Christine?" a voice says from behind me. I look over my shoulder and I see Mamata standing in the pool behind me, naked and lovely. She holds a sponge in one hand. I feel my face turn a blazing red, but I nod my assent. I shiver as she rests a hand on my shoulder and uses the other hand to run the sponge over my back and down the back of my legs. I let out a little gasp as Mamata runs the sponge back up the inside of my thigh, brushing my pussy from behind before running it over my ass.
Ramita turns to face me and we are suddenly bathing each others front sides, running the sponges over each others face and breasts. I lift Ramita's right breast, marveling at its heft as I bathe her. I run the sponge over her breast, inadvertently teasing her turgid nipple again and again. I shiver and close my eyes for a moment as I relish her touch when her sponge slips between my legs, sluicing the wonderful hot water down my open pussy.
Minutes pass as we wash each other. I turn and wash Mamata's front, exploring and cleaning her slender form, marveling at her still perfect smallish breasts and her almost hairless pussy while Ramita washes my legs and my ass. Our scents are thick, mixing in the air to become an intoxicating aroma. I am aware that the other women are similarly engaged in this erotic bathing. We all are slowly crawling towards orgasm when Ramita suddenly stops and shakes her head. She leans into me, her huge breasts like incredibly luxurious pillows and kisses me tenderly on the lips. "We must move on, my friends. Danteshwari awaits." She says, her voice tinged with need and a little regret.
With some regret, we emerge from the pool. Awaiting us are small earthen jugs. Mamata lifts one up and dips her hand in. It emerges glistening. "We must anoint ourselves with this sacred oil," she says and turning to Nilaya, she drizzles it on her naked form. She passes the jug to Ramita and then begins to rub the oil into Nilaya's skin until her dusky body shines with it. There is a hint of jasmine and spring flowers in the air, now mixing with the aroma of our arousal.
I feel the warm liquid spill across my breasts and then Ramita's hands gently kneading it into my skin. Her touch is almost heaven and I sigh happily. She rubs it quickly all over my body, not a bit shy as she plunges her hand between my legs, her fingers slicing through my wet cunt. A foreshadowing of orgasm sends a tremor through my body.
The jug is handed to me and I do not hesitate. I pour the anointing oil over Ramita's voluptuous body and pass the jug on. With loving attention, I massage the oil into my friend's skin, all modesty abandoned. I do not hesitate at all, in fact, it is with delight that I rub the oil into the thick mat of Ramita's bush, relishing the feel of her sodden cunt flesh, so hot and alive as I run my fingers through it and rub it into her meaty breasts, massaging her fleshy tits until they glisten.
Too soon though, Nilaya steps to the wall of the chamber and from a small alcove, pulls forth folded garments. "The time approaches, my friends. The Rite of Danteshwari draws near." Nilaya announces. We each take the offered garments. It is a Sari of diaphanous silk. Ramita helps wind the folds of transparent material around me. Unlike a traditional sari, it offers little modesty and I realize I am now wearing the garment of my dreams. We are, despite the garments, almost naked and with an easy movement, our sex can be revealed.
"It is time, my friend." Ramita says and we embrace one last time.
"Thank you, Ramita," I whisper, unable, unwilling to let her go and I hug her tightly. "I love you, sister." I say impulsively.
Our embrace ends and Ramita's eyes are shiny with tears. "Yes, we are sisters now," she replies. "I love you too, dear Christine." She takes my hand and leads me into a new passageway. Deeper into the hill we ascend. My heart is beating loudly. I realize I am more aroused now than ever before. My thighs are wet with my cream. My legs feel weak and I am trembling.
We emerge into a new chamber, suffused with a brilliant, soothing light. It is a huge chamber. In the center is a high platform or alter, maybe fifteen feet high. In a broad circle around it are rectangular slabs of crystalline rock. Each is topped with thick pads, sheets and pillows. There are twelve total and I realize that there are twelve of us.
Ramita lets go of my hand and walks purposefully towards one. My eyes fall on another slab and I feel compelled to go to it. Once there, I climb up into it and ease onto my back. It is perfect. It is the bed of my youth, my virginal bed, my marriage bed. It is the perfect place. I could rest here for all eternity.
"DANTESHWARI HAS SUMMONED YOU AND YOU HAVE ANSWERED HER CALL!" A voice calls out, echoing through the chamber and I recognize it. I look upwards to the altar and there stands Naija, the old holy woman. She stands tall and proud, powerful despite her age or perhaps because due to it. She slowly turns and looks at each of us.
"YOUR DREAMS HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO RECEIVE THE BLESSINGS OF THE MOTHER GODDESS -- TO EMBRACE THE LOVE OF DANTESHWARI. ARE YOU PREPARED?"
As one, we all cry out, "YES!" our voices full of carnal desire. Deep inside me, I am amazed that I feel no fear, that this moment seems perfectly normal, that this sort of thing happens everyday to a girl born in Northern Alabama.
Naija holds up her arms to the cavern ceiling. "IN THE ANCIENT PAST, IN TERRIBLE AND BLOODY TIMES, DANTESHWARI CALLED UPON OUR VILLAGE TO DEFEND HER IN A TIME OF WAR AND STRIFE. OUR VILLAGE GAVE HER OUR HELP WILLINGLY AND WITHOUT HESITATION. OUR LOSSES WERE HORRIFIC, BUT IN THE END, DANTESHWARI WAS VICTORIOUS AND SAFE FOR ALL ETERNITY."
As the old woman speaks, it seems as if she begins to change. Perhaps my vision is failing, but there seems to multiples of her, diverging and coalescing constantly. Before my eyes she seems to become younger and somehow more than human. Naija looks at each of us, her eyes becoming brilliant and of all colors. Suddenly she is more than herself and I behold a beautiful woman, hair flowing long and black, her body now naked and dusky and lush and fertile. Her essence seems to cry out, "Behold, I am female -- I am motherhood incarnate!"
In awe, I realize I am in the presence of a Goddess or at the very least, her avatar on Earth. "IN GRATITUDE, DANTESHWARI MADE A PACT WITH THE WIDOWED WOMEN OF THE VILLAGE. ONCE EACH GENERATION, THOSE WOMEN WHO HAVE LOST THEIR BELOVED WILL HAVE ANOTHER. DANTESHWARI WILL OFFER THOSE WHOM SHE HAS MARKED THEIR TRUE LOVE, THEIR INTENDED SOUL MATE. THE MARKED OF DANTESHWARI WILL HAVE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY APPRECIATE A MOTHER'S LOVE!" A thrill runs through me. My dream lover? Is he here? Is my dream about to become reality and come to fruition?
Niaja/Danteshwari lowers her voice, yet it becomes more powerful, more melodious and beautiful. I recognize the words even as I recognize the lovely voice.
"BEHOLD -- YOU ARE THE CHOSEN OF DANTESHWARI. EMBRACE THE BLESSINGS AND THE REBIRTH SHE OFFERS YOU NOW. OPEN YOUR HEART AND NOW LOVE FOR ALL ETERNITY. ACCEPT THE SACRED GIFTS OF LOVE AND FAMILY AND BE AS ONE. YOU ARE THE BLESSED OF DANTESHWARI!"
There is movement in the shadows. I sense the approach of someone. Towering over me suddenly is my dream lover. His smooth, muscular body looms over me, having come up from behind. He is naked and he is hard. I yearn to reach up and take his erect penis and draw him inside me, but I cannot move. His face is in shadow, but I see his brilliant blue eyes, peering intently, hungrily at me from the darkness. His cock stretches out above my face -- if I could move, I could raise my head just slightly and lick it.
"YOUR BELOVED OFFERS HIMSELF TO YOU. AS YOU HAVE DREAMED OF HIM, HE HAS DREAMED OF YOU! A SON'S LOVE FOR HIS MOTHER CALLS OUT TO DANTESHWARI AND SHE HAS SEEN INTO HIS HEART OF HEARTS!" Naija intones in a joyous voice. "BE SECURE IN HIS LOVE, FOR IT IS THE HOLIEST LOVE OF ALL -- THE MOST SACRED, FOR WHO COULD LOVE A MOTHER MORE THAN HER SON!"
My son? My eyes widen as the shadows clear and I see my son standing over me. The cock I have dreamed of is my son's! The hard, sculpted muscular body I have dreamed of is my son! Danteshwari intones, "NOW IS THE MOMENT OF CHOICE. YOUR SON OFFERS HIMSELF. HE OFFERS TO JOIN HIS LIFE WITH YOURS FOR ALL TIME. LOVE IS AT HAND -- TRUE, DIVINE LOVE! LET THE SHAKTI OF DANTESHWARI ENVELOPE YOU AND INFUSE YOU AND JOIN YOU NOW! YOU ARE MOTHERHOOD! YOU ARE WOMAN! LET THE EMBODIMENT OF THE DIVINE FEMININE MAKE MOTHER AND SON AS ONE! "
Jeff walks around me and climbs upon my bed of rock, climbing between my legs. Love and desire are etched on his face. "I've dreamed of this, Mother," he sighs. "You deserve love, you've lived without it for so long. I offer myself to you, Mother. To be one with you, mother and son -- wife and husband forever." My legs spread of their own volition, spread for that magnificent erect penis between my son's thighs. It juts out proud and eager, precum glistening on the glans. A thrill goes through my body even as my mind cries out, "No! This is taboo -- this is incest -- this is wrong!" A lifetime of western teachings demands that I refuse, but already I can feel the love swelling within my heart.
"I love you, Jeff!" I moan, suddenly having found my voice. "Be my love, darling! Be the man I always dreamed of -- be my lover, my husband and my son!"
Tears run down my son's face as he moves closer, his cock on an unerring path to my pussy.
"With a shaky hand, I do so, slowly, softly running the sponge down her back and over her ass cheeks, taking my time as I run it back along the crack of her ass.
"May I help you, Christine?" a voice says from behind me. I look over my shoulder and I see Mamata standing in the pool behind me, naked and lovely. She holds a sponge in one hand. I feel my face turn a blazing red, but I nod my assent. I shiver as she rests a hand on my shoulder and uses the other hand to run the sponge over my back and down the back of my legs. I let out a little gasp as Mamata runs the sponge back up the inside of my thigh, brushing my pussy from behind before running it over my ass.
Ramita turns to face me and we are suddenly bathing each others front sides, running the sponges over each others face and breasts. I lift Ramita's right breast, marveling at its heft as I bathe her. I run the sponge over her breast, inadvertently teasing her turgid nipple again and again. I shiver and close my eyes for a moment as I relish her touch when her sponge slips between my legs, sluicing the wonderful hot water down my open pussy.
Minutes pass as we wash each other. I turn and wash Mamata's front, exploring and cleaning her slender form, marveling at her still perfect smallish breasts and her almost hairless pussy while Ramita washes my legs and my ass. Our scents are thick, mixing in the air to become an intoxicating aroma. I am aware that the other women are similarly engaged in this erotic bathing. We all are slowly crawling towards orgasm when Ramita suddenly stops and shakes her head. She leans into me, her huge breasts like incredibly luxurious pillows and kisses me tenderly on the lips. "We must move on, my friends. Danteshwari awaits." She says, her voice tinged with need and a little regret.
With some regret, we emerge from the pool. Awaiting us are small earthen jugs. Mamata lifts one up and dips her hand in. It emerges glistening. "We must anoint ourselves with this sacred oil," she says and turning to Nilaya, she drizzles it on her naked form. She passes the jug to Ramita and then begins to rub the oil into Nilaya's skin until her dusky body shines with it. There is a hint of jasmine and spring flowers in the air, now mixing with the aroma of our arousal.
I feel the warm liquid spill across my breasts and then Ramita's hands gently kneading it into my skin. Her touch is almost heaven and I sigh happily. She rubs it quickly all over my body, not a bit shy as she plunges her hand between my legs, her fingers slicing through my wet cunt. A foreshadowing of orgasm sends a tremor through my body.
The jug is handed to me and I do not hesitate. I pour the anointing oil over Ramita's voluptuous body and pass the jug on. With loving attention, I massage the oil into my friend's skin, all modesty abandoned. I do not hesitate at all, in fact, it is with delight that I rub the oil into the thick mat of Ramita's bush, relishing the feel of her sodden cunt flesh, so hot and alive as I run my fingers through it and rub it into her meaty breasts, massaging her fleshy tits until they glisten.
Too soon though, Nilaya steps to the wall of the chamber and from a small alcove, pulls forth folded garments. "The time approaches, my friends. The Rite of Danteshwari draws near." Nilaya announces. We each take the offered garments. It is a Sari of diaphanous silk. Ramita helps wind the folds of transparent material around me. Unlike a traditional sari, it offers little modesty and I realize I am now wearing the garment of my dreams. We are, despite the garments, almost naked and with an easy movement, our sex can be revealed.
"It is time, my friend." Ramita says and we embrace one last time.
"Thank you, Ramita," I whisper, unable, unwilling to let her go and I hug her tightly. "I love you, sister." I say impulsively.
Our embrace ends and Ramita's eyes are shiny with tears. "Yes, we are sisters now," she replies. "I love you too, dear Christine." She takes my hand and leads me into a new passageway. Deeper into the hill we ascend. My heart is beating loudly. I realize I am more aroused now than ever before. My thighs are wet with my cream. My legs feel weak and I am trembling.
We emerge into a new chamber, suffused with a brilliant, soothing light. It is a huge chamber. In the center is a high platform or alter, maybe fifteen feet high. In a broad circle around it are rectangular slabs of crystalline rock. Each is topped with thick pads, sheets and pillows. There are twelve total and I realize that there are twelve of us.
Ramita lets go of my hand and walks purposefully towards one. My eyes fall on another slab and I feel compelled to go to it. Once there, I climb up into it and ease onto my back. It is perfect. It is the bed of my youth, my virginal bed, my marriage bed. It is the perfect place. I could rest here for all eternity.
"DANTESHWARI HAS SUMMONED YOU AND YOU HAVE ANSWERED HER CALL!" A voice calls out, echoing through the chamber and I recognize it. I look upwards to the altar and there stands Naija, the old holy woman. She stands tall and proud, powerful despite her age or perhaps because due to it. She slowly turns and looks at each of us.
"YOUR DREAMS HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO RECEIVE THE BLESSINGS OF THE MOTHER GODDESS -- TO EMBRACE THE LOVE OF DANTESHWARI. ARE YOU PREPARED?"
As one, we all cry out, "YES!" our voices full of carnal desire. Deep inside me, I am amazed that I feel no fear, that this moment seems perfectly normal, that this sort of thing happens everyday to a girl born in Northern Alabama.
Naija holds up her arms to the cavern ceiling. "IN THE ANCIENT PAST, IN TERRIBLE AND BLOODY TIMES, DANTESHWARI CALLED UPON OUR VILLAGE TO DEFEND HER IN A TIME OF WAR AND STRIFE. OUR VILLAGE GAVE HER OUR HELP WILLINGLY AND WITHOUT HESITATION. OUR LOSSES WERE HORRIFIC, BUT IN THE END, DANTESHWARI WAS VICTORIOUS AND SAFE FOR ALL ETERNITY."
As the old woman speaks, it seems as if she begins to change. Perhaps my vision is failing, but there seems to multiples of her, diverging and coalescing constantly. Before my eyes she seems to become younger and somehow more than human. Naija looks at each of us, her eyes becoming brilliant and of all colors. Suddenly she is more than herself and I behold a beautiful woman, hair flowing long and black, her body now naked and dusky and lush and fertile. Her essence seems to cry out, "Behold, I am female -- I am motherhood incarnate!"
In awe, I realize I am in the presence of a Goddess or at the very least, her avatar on Earth. "IN GRATITUDE, DANTESHWARI MADE A PACT WITH THE WIDOWED WOMEN OF THE VILLAGE. ONCE EACH GENERATION, THOSE WOMEN WHO HAVE LOST THEIR BELOVED WILL HAVE ANOTHER. DANTESHWARI WILL OFFER THOSE WHOM SHE HAS MARKED THEIR TRUE LOVE, THEIR INTENDED SOUL MATE. THE MARKED OF DANTESHWARI WILL HAVE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY APPRECIATE A MOTHER'S LOVE!" A thrill runs through me. My dream lover? Is he here? Is my dream about to become reality and come to fruition?
Niaja/Danteshwari lowers her voice, yet it becomes more powerful, more melodious and beautiful. I recognize the words even as I recognize the lovely voice.
"BEHOLD -- YOU ARE THE CHOSEN OF DANTESHWARI. EMBRACE THE BLESSINGS AND THE REBIRTH SHE OFFERS YOU NOW. OPEN YOUR HEART AND NOW LOVE FOR ALL ETERNITY. ACCEPT THE SACRED GIFTS OF LOVE AND FAMILY AND BE AS ONE. YOU ARE THE BLESSED OF DANTESHWARI!"
There is movement in the shadows. I sense the approach of someone. Towering over me suddenly is my dream lover. His smooth, muscular body looms over me, having come up from behind. He is naked and he is hard. I yearn to reach up and take his erect penis and draw him inside me, but I cannot move. His face is in shadow, but I see his brilliant blue eyes, peering intently, hungrily at me from the darkness. His cock stretches out above my face -- if I could move, I could raise my head just slightly and lick it.
"YOUR BELOVED OFFERS HIMSELF TO YOU. AS YOU HAVE DREAMED OF HIM, HE HAS DREAMED OF YOU! A SON'S LOVE FOR HIS MOTHER CALLS OUT TO DANTESHWARI AND SHE HAS SEEN INTO HIS HEART OF HEARTS!" Naija intones in a joyous voice. "BE SECURE IN HIS LOVE, FOR IT IS THE HOLIEST LOVE OF ALL -- THE MOST SACRED, FOR WHO COULD LOVE A MOTHER MORE THAN HER SON!"
My son? My eyes widen as the shadows clear and I see my son standing over me. The cock I have dreamed of is my son's! The hard, sculpted muscular body I have dreamed of is my son! Danteshwari intones, "NOW IS THE MOMENT OF CHOICE. YOUR SON OFFERS HIMSELF. HE OFFERS TO JOIN HIS LIFE WITH YOURS FOR ALL TIME. LOVE IS AT HAND -- TRUE, DIVINE LOVE! LET THE SHAKTI OF DANTESHWARI ENVELOPE YOU AND INFUSE YOU AND JOIN YOU NOW! YOU ARE MOTHERHOOD! YOU ARE WOMAN! LET THE EMBODIMENT OF THE DIVINE FEMININE MAKE MOTHER AND SON AS ONE! "
Jeff walks around me and climbs upon my bed of rock, climbing between my legs. Love and desire are etched on his face. "I've dreamed of this, Mother," he sighs. "You deserve love, you've lived without it for so long. I offer myself to you, Mother. To be one with you, mother and son -- wife and husband forever." My legs spread of their own volition, spread for that magnificent erect penis between my son's thighs. It juts out proud and eager, precum glistening on the glans. A thrill goes through my body even as my mind cries out, "No! This is taboo -- this is incest -- this is wrong!" A lifetime of western teachings demands that I refuse, but already I can feel the love swelling within my heart.
"I love you, Jeff!" I moan, suddenly having found my voice. "Be my love, darling! Be the man I always dreamed of -- be my lover, my husband and my son!"
Tears run down my son's face as he moves closer, his cock on an unerring path to my pussy.