There I was at a Tantra meetup with Deliah, a week after our night together. We joined thirty people of all ages in a large rec room of an apartment building in the inner city. I had done what Deliah asked and had been celibate since fucking her.
The place was on fire, literally. The only lighting was candles everywhere. The music was soothing, giving the large room an aura of warmth and serenity. Everyone was welcoming and friendly, making me feel at ease. Most members wore white translucent robes with small ribbons on their shoulders. I removed my clothes and put on the robe Deliah brought for me. It had no ribbons. Hers had several in different colors.
I drank freely, as did everyone else, until a man with a white beard, who reminded me of Santa Claus, rang a bell and said something I didn’t understand. Deliah and I joined the group seated in a circle. Soon, people fell into a dreamlike state as in a trance. This lasted for a few minutes for some and almost half an hour for others like me. I watched Deliah join a man in an embrace and walk over to a couch. Others did the same, finding their own special space.
Some were same-sex couples. I was surprised that watching men engage in foreplay got me aroused, and my cock showed it. The women, kissing, licking, and sucking, then pleasing each other with strap-ons, put me on the brink.
I was alone when a young girl with a single blue ribbon on her robe sat with me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “My name is Simone, and I am your Shakti tonight,” she said.
“I’m Lucas, a friend of Deliah’s.
We sat cross-legged, face to face for a short time. ”How old are you, Simone?”
“I’m twenty-two,” she said, but she looked no older than Deliah’s daughter, who had just turned eighteen.
Of course, I had no idea what she meant by a Shakti until she lightly touched my rigid staff. I was getting the message. Simone was there to fuck me. Within seconds, she began slowly pumping my cock with her dainty hand. I held her hand, showing her how I wanted it, moving it up and down faster. Drops of precum began oozing out, and it was all I could do to hold back.
“Can I taste it?” she asked. “I love the taste of a man.” She didn’t wait for me to answer and had me in her mouth.
“Please don’t cum.” Simone begged. “I need you inside me.” Pulling up her robe and spreading her legs, she revealed her smooth, totally shaved pussy. My lips and tongue quickly found her clit. She squealed and moaned while I licked and sucked her delectable young slit.
“Please, don’t wait. Put it in. Make me cum, make me cum,” she pleaded.
The first few inches were a tight fit. She raised her hips, wanting more, wanting me deeper. I pushed in further, then further. She was tight but as wet and slippery as a slimy eel. So, the rest of me fit easily deep inside her.
“Cum inside me, Lucas. I want your hot cum filling my insides.”
That was all it took for me to explode. Three, maybe four thrusts later, and with my cock balls deep, I shot a dozen jets of creamy jizz deep inside.
When I finished, she cried like a baby. “That was so much better than my first time, Lucas. Now I can get another ribbon, and I know how wonderful Maithuna can be.”
I guess I was beginning to understand it myself.
On the way home that night, I was full of questions for Deliah. She said the robe ribbons were like levels of sexuality. One ribbon like Simone wore is the first level, leading to five ribbons, the highest level of tantric sexuality.”
“What about the colors?” I asked.
“Blue for a male encounter. Pink is for a female encounter. Purple is for multiple partners.”
“But you have more than one of each color.”
“I’ve been involved with each color more than once, Lucas.”
I asked why Simone was my Shakti.
“Lucas, while we sat in the circle at the beginning, she was meditating, and she meditated on you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Simone was sending silent messages to you asking for your acceptance.”
“You mean I had no choice since she chose me?”
“Well, that’s the general idea.”
“It worked. If I weren’t with you, she would be a good substitute!” I said enthusiastically.
“Look, Lucas. I’m embarrassed about this, but I kind of set you up with Simone.”
“How is that?”
“She needed a better experience than on her rite of passage ceremony. I hoped you could do that, and from what Simone told me, you did.”
“I think it was mutually pleasing.”
“Now I want you to give Brittney an experience like the one you gave Simone.”
“Really? She has boyfriends for that.”
“Lucas, young boys don’t know what a girl wants.”
“Let me know if Brittney wants to be with me.”
“She’ll be thrilled. With her eighteenth birthday next month, we can work something out.”
The following week, I received a text telling me to go ‘celibate’ for the next four days. I thought she had arranged a Maithuna with Brittney. Not yet. “There will be a private tantra session on Saturday night at a dear friend’s apartment. More later…” she wrote.
This time, I had an idea of what was ahead. I picked Deliah up at nine and drove two miles to an apartment in the suburbs.
Again, the room was candle-lit with soft music. There were six or seven people at the bar, some half-dressed, some totally undressed. I felt overdressed, although I wore tight sheer underwear. I wasn’t naked, but almost. Deliah took off all of her clothes except for a large silver ring as a pendant.
We drank and talked and touched and hugged and meditated. I meditated on a girl Brittney’s age. It didn’t work. A woman in her late forties or early fifties with abundant but slightly sagging tits made a pass at me. I accepted. Her name was Margaret, who said she had been enjoying Tantra since college. “I met my husband at a Tantra meetup, and we’ve been going ever since.”
“Where is your husband?”
“He’s outside with my friend, Martha. They’re using the swing. We’re getting older, you know, so he doesn’t have to be too frisky that way.”
After a short time fingering her and sucking her very robust clit, she gave me a world-class blowjob, including a deep throat that took me all down.
“I see you’re not wearing Deliah’s ring.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“I’ll let her explain.” Then she took a rubber band from her hair and said, “This will do the job.”
She doubled it over, put it behind my balls, and over my cock. It was a tight fit, maybe even a little too tight.
“I use this with my husband, so he stays hard. It should keep you from cumming before I get my own satisfaction.”
Her cunt wasn’t teenage tight, but it was tight enough to serve its purpose. She never showed her age. She was energetic, eventually getting what she was working for, a petite orgasm, then an ear-splitting climax just as I filled her with a mammoth load. I stayed inside her warm, squishy love tunnel for a few minutes, and when I pulled out, I was still hard thanks to the harness Margaret gave me.
She noticed and said, “Looks like you are ready to go again, Lucas.”
“Give me a couple of minutes.” I didn’t think for a few minutes that I would be ready, if ever. But I rallied.
As I was recovering, she told me the young girl fucking the white-bearded man was her granddaughter. She pointed to a thirty-something lady with red hair under the exertions of a college-age boy. That’s Patricia, my daughter.
Before the night was over, I got to know her daughter in the Maithuna way, although I wanted the granddaughter.
So, after discussing Margaret’s family, we went for another round with Margaret on top. It lasted and lasted, with her having several orgasms, and with me finally giving her a second cumming.
I am reluctant to mention one more event of the night. It happened when I got out of the shower stall. A man wearing a cock ring began helping me towel off. When he gave me a mouth-to-mouth kiss, I pushed him away.
“Whoa, there, friend,” he said.” I’ve been watching you all evening. I love your underwear, and you have a beautiful body that needs some grooming.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a little hairy, pal.”
He walked me to the sink and took out a razor. In only a few minutes, he had my genital area completely bald. Having my balls shaved had my balls as tight as a golf ball and made my cock as hard as his.
I saw his cock quivering and his low-hanging balls swinging as he approached me. “Do you like my equipment?” he asked.
I couldn’t help myself and nodded. He did have nice parts.
“I want you, buddy. I need you. I’m hoping you feel the same.”
I was already hard and didn’t object when he sucked my stiff dick before telling me to get doggy. He eased me onto my hands and knees. Although other people were using the shower, they pretended not to notice us, even as my new friend was lubing my ass and his cock. Maybe I had too much to drink, or the erotic atmosphere had me drunk with sex. I knew what was about to happen. I had never in my life had sex with a man, but I felt ready to let him fuck me.
Like the tight virgin that I was, he slowly entered my keister. Slow didn’t last long before he was all the way in and banged into me for enough time for me to get used to the feeling. He didn’t cum quickly.
“Oh, my God! Oh, ah, ah, oh,” I grunted.
I can’t say I liked it, but on the other hand, I didn’t mind it. Now I know how a virgin girl feels her first time.
When he finished, I was dripping from the back side and needed another shower. We showered together, where he sucked me off.
We parted as friends, and he thanked me profusely. He gave me a parting hug and said I was as good as a sixteen-year-old virgin. He never gave me his name.
***************
On our way home, Deliah was laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“So, you were with Guy.”
“Who’s Guy?
“He’s the guy who fucked you in the shower stall.”
“He never gave me his name. News sure gets around here fast.”
“Hey, you were doing it in a public place. What did you expect?”
“I didn’t expect that to happen.”
“I know. It never does. That gives you a blue ribbon, and you will always be welcome at a Tantra meetup.
“Thanks, Deliah. One more thing. Tell me about the ring you’re wearing. It’s way too big to fit on your finger.”
She laughed again. “No, silly. It’s a cock ring with a special meaning.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“If you look very closely, you will see it is inscribed on the inside.”
“Okay, what else?”
“The ring is from my Tantra rites of passage installation. The inscription shows the date and the initials of the men who served me while I passed into the spiritual world of Maithuna. On special occasions, I have men wear it. Very soon there will be a special occasion, and I’ll want you to wear it.”
“I hope it involves me,” I said with a wink.
“It does, Lucas, and you are to prepare Brittney for her rites of passage.”
So, that is how I found myself together with Brittney.
*****
What did Deliah mean by prepare Brittney for her rites of passage? I had a pretty good idea about the Tantra rites of passage, but how was I to prepare her? That was answered one night after a marathon night in bed with Deliah.
“Lucas,” she said, “you and Brittney will engage in an enlightenment session preparing her for her Tantra initiation.”
“Meaning what?”
Deliah picked up her cell phone and touched the photo icon to show me her answer. There were photos of ancient erotic art. Each had a Greek god fucking a girl in different positions.
“Okay, I get it, but don’t you think Brittney has already experienced this kind of, well, enlightenment?”
“As you know, teenagers can be tight-lipped when it comes to their private lives, but Brittney and I have always been open and honest with each other. She has told me of times when she has let a boy feel her up and even fingered her, but she has never fucked a boy.”
“So, you think she’s a virgin.”
“If I didn’t think that, Lucas, I wouldn’t ask you to be part of her awakening.”
“When does this awakening happen?”
“At the next full moon.”
“I’m a little rusty on my astronomy, Deliah.”
“Saturday night.”
To be honest, I was excited but nervous. “Will you be there?” I asked.
“Of course, to make sure you train her properly.”
“Train her?”
“You need to understand, Lucas, that the Tantra rites of passage are a sacred sexual experience in more than one way. It involves a girl or woman being passed through several stages by several men.” You can think of a church liturgy when imagining a Tantra rite of passage, only with a happy ending.
“How many men?”
“For me, there were four men and four stages.”
“And what were the stages, might I ask?”
“Nothing unusual.”
“Do you mind being more specific?”
“Okay, they were missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggie.”
“I see. Did each of them cum in your pussy?”
“Of course. That is part of the ritual where the nectars of life flow into the body.”
“Will mine flow into Brittney?”
“Well, actually, no. You will cum in my hand so that I can feed my daughter the gift of life.”
“You mean like when a mother feeds her child with breast milk?”
“Yes, and one more thing. If possible, I’d like you to show her four positions so she doesn’t think missionary is the only way to make love.”
“This isn’t about love, Deliah. This is about sex and fucking.”
“Don’t be crude, Lucas. Oh, and I almost forgot. I want you shaved clean as a cueball, and in the meantime, don’t go fucking Gloria or Tammy or any of the other girls in the office. I want you fully loaded.”
“What do you know about Gloria and Tammy?”
“You’ve heard of girl talk, right?”
“And why the shaving?”
“For a couple of reasons. First, my ring will fit better.”
“What’s the second?”
“Well, there’s a second and a third. It makes a man look sexier, and his cock looks bigger.”
“That’s a lot of rules.”
“It’s either you or Jess in editing. I’d rather it be you.”
“Okay, it’s me.”
***
Saturday was moonlit, just as the calendar and Deliah predicted. Deliah gave me a glass of wine and showed me into a second bedroom. I fully expected Brittney to be there. She wasn’t. There was a note on the table with Deliah’s silver cock ring. The note read: Put your clothes on the bed and slip on the ring. Hope it fits. See you in my bedroom.
The good news was that I was soft enough to get the ring on. It’s a three-stage process. The first ball went through, then the second ball. The last step was to squeeze my cock through the ring. With a little help from my saliva, I pushed it through. As I imagined the immediate future with Brittney, my cock began to harden and be firmly tightened by the ring. No doubt it would delay a premature cumshot. I finished the wine, then walked naked into Deliah’s bedroom wearing a hard erection.
“Oh my, Lucas, that ring looks good on you, and I like that you agreed to give Brittney your best feature.”
I wasn’t listening. I was looking at a Brittney under a pink mesh drapery covering most of her body. Only her face was exposed, wearing a simple golden crown like Sleeping Beauty.
“Brittney, honey, Lucas is here.” Her eyes didn’t open. “She needs a kiss, Lucas.”
I gave her a tentative kiss, and her eyes fluttered.
“She needs something more passionate, like you mean it, Lucas.”
I meant it the next time, and it did the trick. Brittney looked at me, asking, “Mr. Lucas, Mom said you are tender and sweet.”
“Yes, Brittney, I will be tender and sweet.” At that, she murmured that she wanted me to suck her tits. They weren’t as full as her mom’s, but above the puberty stage, firm with pointy nipples showing her arousal as I sucked both sides.
Deliah motioned for me to kneel next to her on the bed. “Brittney, are you ready for me?” I asked in my most masculine way.
“I think so. Let me touch you.”
I moved closer, and she reached out to hold my cock. “Oh, you feel so warm and so big. Can I kiss you?”
Without waiting, she rolled toward me and licked the tip of my cock that was already leaking precum. “Put it in your mouth if you like,” I said.
Hardly a moment passed, and she had most of me down her throat. She sucked like a pro. “Oh, oh,” I groaned. “You are good, Brittney. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t answer me with her mouth full, but moaned and hummed like her mom when giving me a blowjob. Maybe she wasn’t the innocent virgin her mom had believed her to be.
Brittney didn’t stop. She sucked my balls and licked up and down my shaft like the whore, Tammy, from marketing. “You are wonderful,” I said in a husky voice.
“Mmm,” she murmured while placing my hand between her thighs.
After fingering her with one finger, then two, I went down on her. Hardly a moment had passed, and she was wet as an April shower.
Deliah moved onto the bed, holding her daughter’s hands. “We want you inside her, Lucas.” It was time for my throbbing dick to make its move.
I crawled between her legs, and she accommodated me by spreading her legs far apart and in the air. I thought penetration would be tight like with Simone, but I slipped down her tunnel like sledding on a snowy hill. It was quite clear. I wasn’t the first to enlighten her.
She cried out as I pushed in. I think her wailing was to convince her mom of her virginity. It was more like a cry of delight to me. I was working up to a major eruption when she turned over and put her ass up. “Do me doggy, Lucas.”
We fucked doggy for a few minutes when Deliah slapped me in the ass and said, “Let her be on top.”
For the better part of ten minutes, Brittney did me cowgirl. Without more instruction from her mom, she turned to do reverse cowgirl. I was only seconds from finishing and rolled Brittney over, moving to Deliah for the cum shot.
My creamy hot fluids covered her hand, dripping between her fingers. Deliah held it up to Brittney, who hungrily lapped it up like a kitten at a milk dish.
I was drained. Brittney wanted more. I needed time. Before the night turned to daybreak, I delivered again and again, but each time I gave her life’s seed in the place nature intended. Deliah slept in the second bedroom.
EPILOGUE
I didn’t attend Brittney’s rite of passage, so I stopped by Deliah’s office the next morning to ask how mother and daughter were doing. I smelled her sex the moment I came into the room. She said they both were fine, although Brittney was a little sore.
“The ceremony went well, Lucas. There were forty observers, which is a lot for a passage ceremony.
I interrupted her as if I knew what she was about to say. “Then four distinguished gentlemen guided Brittney’s young pussy into the world of Tantra.”
“No, Lucas, five. The officiant began by removing her hood and robe, revealing her beautiful naked body to the membership. He then placed her on the Alter of Commune prepared Brittney for the four phases with an intimate oral kiss on her sacred passage. You see, the rite of passage is a double entendre.”
She continued by saying, “Our officiant was followed by four masked servers asking Brittney to taste their engorged manhood. I’m afraid one man went a little past the gagging stage. Anyway, each enters her with deep penetrations during the required phases of Maithuna. Most of the servers were kind and gentle. One was well hung and a little rough. Brittney was a real trouper, and she only squealed when the first man with a plump cock plowed in before Brittney was ready.”
“And you? Were you nervous?”
“Not really, not after seeing that she was comfortable with you, Lucas. I also served as an attendant. Mothers don’t often get to do that.”
“What does an attendant do?”
“We orally prepare the woman for the next server.”
“You mean you ate her out.”
Please, Lucas. It’s called cunnilingus. Close the door. I’ll show you what I mean.”
I didn’t expect it when she sat down, spreading her legs, shaved with no panties. I was on my hands and knees with my head under her desk and between her thighs, like a dog in heat. She was already dripping wet. I licked and sucked her very swollen pussy until she shoved her hips into my face, over and over again, having repeated orgasms.
“My god, Deliah, I need some release.”
“Set here. I’ll take care of that,” and she did, swallowing every drop.
Returning from a two-week vacation, there was a perfumed thank-you card and a small, carefully wrapped box on my desk at work. Inside the box was a silver cock ring with the initials BKT and the date I prepared her inscribed inside. A note read, “I would be honored to have you wear this the next time, Brit.”
The next time? I hoped she meant with her.
