Chapter 6
The cloying odor of incense seemed to wrap around Julie's senses like a cloak as she was carried through the portals of the temple. A cool peace flooded through her mind, detaching her from any awareness of strangers in this unusual setting.
As if telepathically aware of her feelings, the swami spoke as he helped her to dismount from the sedan.
"You, too, can feel the peace of this holy place. It is good that you do. From now on, all your preconceived occidental hangups shall be set apart and you will enter the new concept of life. But first, the ritual bath to cleanse you of any lingering traces of the outside world impurities."
Taking her by the hand, he led her through the coolness of the echoing temple. Selecting a large key from a bunch at his waist, he unlocked a heavy oak door set flush into the wall behind an elaborate altar.
Holding up his hand, he stopped Roddy as he was about to follow them inside. "You know that is the sacred precepts of the chosen women. I, Zubri, am the only male allowed to enter. Such is the purity of my mind that I can lay with the sisters without sullying them. You will wait until I call you."
The door shut with a heavy finality behind Julie and Zubri. They were in a sunlit courtyard. A fountain splashed like flung diamonds into an enticing lily-covered pool. Fragrant flowing trees screened the doors and windows of low-roofed buildings that surrounded the court. The rise and fall of soft girlish talk and laughter flowed through the open windows. Erotically detailed statues of voluptuous young women were set among the trees and shrubs. In the center of the courtyard stood an empty stone pedestal.
Motioning Julie to mount, the swami positioned Julie's body until she had formed the position of Mushra, the Indian Goddess of Fertility.
"Wait," he cautioned her. "I will call your handmaidens."
Kneeling before her, he commenced to chant in a high, sing-song voice. The laughter stopped in the looms beyond and the patter of bare feet sounded on the rough stones of the pathways.
Zubri rose to face the crowd of women that surrounded him. "Down and give your greetings to the Awaited One. This is the Priestess of the Dawn that the Holy Writings said would come amongst Placing his hand upon the heads of two young girls, he led them forward. "You are both the handmaidens of the priestess. You will attend her at all times and perform all mundane functions her. When she itches, you will scratch her. When she hungers, you shall feed her. When she excretes, you shall wipe her with consecrated rose petals. Her every wish is your command. Obey her in all and prove your worth, so that you, too, one day shall rise to the heights of priestesses."
The two girl children came towards Julie shyly. The immature forming breasts swelled softly from their still boyish figures. Their shining hair hung down the childish backs, falling away as they bent low before Julie.
"Welcome, Priestess. We have been told of your coming."
Their hands joined in the charming Hindu gesture of supplication. Eyeing Julie over the pointed fingers of their arched hands, they looked wise beyond their years.
"And now," the swami said, "you may meet the women of the temple."
He stepped aside to indicate about ten women of various ages, ranging from the two girls barely into puberty to two lusty brunette beauties, who seemed to be twins about twenty-five years of age.
Within the range of the ten or so women, the swami seemed to have included most physical types. The coloring changed from the pearl white of a petite redhead to a kinky-haired Negress. A sloe-eyed, diminutive Japanese girl walked across the temple courtyard with dainty steps. Her firm olive-tinged buttocks seemed to make a gyrating movement to accommodate her cross-legged style of walking. Her tiny breasts stood firm like ripe lemons. The pink-tipped nipples were like the vestiges of the fruit flower petals as they puckered into little buttons.
Giggling, the group of girls helped Julie down.
"And now," the Negress' deep resonant voice came to Julie over the chatter of the rest of the girls, "we must take you to the pool where you will have your ritual bath. All girls who enter our order, whether they be full priestesses like you are, or novice nuns like your attendants, must be cleansed of all traces of the outside world to make them fit vessels for the sacred seed of the swami."
Already the pool was half full of laughing, splashing girls. Julie stepped over the flower-rimmed coping. The water was warm and scented by the jasmine leaves that the two young girls had thrown over the surface of the pool. Soft, eager hands lowered Julie into the water.
Guram Zubri sat on the rim of the pool, watching the girlish playfulness with a benign indulgence.
"It is good that you should laugh and be happy together," he said. "So many religions practice restrictions on their womenfolk. We Hindus are more appreciative of the sacred charge we exercise over you. After all, you are the receptacles of the holy force of life. Lips that are full and ripe with laughter perform well upon the pulsating penis of the faithful."
He snapped his fingers at a nubile girl in her early teens, who was floating on her back among the water lilies. The girl stood upright in the knee deep water. Sunlight glistened on the droplets as they coursed down her wet body. Water streamed from her thick dark hair, running over her full breasts and dripping reluctantly from her pouting, enticing nipples.
"Come, my little flower," the swami cooed, contradicting himself. "You are in a state of grace and understanding. One who is serious and does not indulge in the play of her more frivolous sisters should be rewarded."
He lifted the cotton robe and unwound the cloth from his middle, letting his brown-skinned dong rest in the palm of one hand.
"You may suck on the sacred yang of Guram Zubri while he watches the new priestess undergo her ablutions. If I decide that your thoughts are pure and your mouth worthy, I may reward you by allowing you to become one with my seed."
As if mesmerized, the girl strode through the water with her innocent brown eyes fastened on the brown dong that the swami held out to her enticingly.
Kneeling down in the water before him, she made the gesture of supplication with her clasped hands. Her voice was clear and flute like as she spoke.
"I am indeed honored, Revered One. That you should pick this unworthy vessel, out of all the others, to fill with your sweet-tasting sperms. My mouth yields to you, and my whole body cries for the glory of your ejaculations."
The swami cut her words short as he cupped her wet head in his hands, pushing it down until her searching mouth fastened upon his thrusting tool.
"Enough of the exultation and praise. Start sucking and remember the sacred words of all knowledge. Open your mouth wide and say 'OMMMMMMMMMM . .. OMMMMMMMMM . .. OMMMMMMMMMM."
Gently, he guided his prick over her arched tongue. Slipping its brown length down her throat, the kneeling girl continued the vibrating repetition of the single word.
Eagerly, she closed her mouth around the muscular intruder. Her tongue worked frantically around the sensitive glands at the snakelike head, while her lips sucked noisily at the gathered skin at the base of his prick. Shyly, her worried eyes peered up at him through her falling black hair to see whether she was giving satisfaction.
Unless the swami blessed her with his bursting climax, she knew that she would be classed as unworthy and sent out into the marketplace to be disposed of among the lesser priests. If she failed there, her youth and beauty would avail her little, and she would be sent into the fields to help grow the food for the more fortunate members of the sect, who knew how to extract the essence of sublimity from the end of a holy prick.
Noting her concern, the swami stroked her head encouragingly. "You do well for one so young. A little more with the tongue, though."
He took her hand and wrapped it around his tight scrotum.
"Stroke the pouch that hold the seeds of Krishna. May they take root in the garden of your soul. Keep sucking."
Shading his eyes from the sun, he settled back contentedly and let the girl perform with growing expertise on his sinuous member. The temple maidens frolicked in front of him. Clapping his hands for attention, he again interrupted the two naked children as they threw flower petals into the pool and over its lovely crew of sun-kissed bathers.
"The oil, little ones. Bring flagons of sweet-smelling oils so that the maidens may anoint your mistress."
The little girls curtsied and ran across the sun-drenched courtyard to obey.
The beady eyes of the swami followed them as they ran, carefree and innocent through the flowering bushes. The white flesh of their blossoming girlhood flashed like shy birds among the garish colors of the foliage.
Sagely, the swami muttered as if to himself. "Those two little morsels are ripening nicely. I must pluck the tender fruit of their innocence soon before one of my more carnally minded monks do it for me. They must not be sullied by lust while they are in my charge. Only my oil-anointed yang is fit to slide into the necks of such fragile vessels."
He glanced down at the young girl, who sucked his prick with devotional concentration.
"Good, good," he encouraged her. "Keep that sliding movement up as you roll your tongue around the sacred word of 'Om' and I may honor you by letting you swallow a mouthful of my illustrious sperms."
The girl nodded her head enthusiastically and renewed her efforts in anticipation of the swami's indulgence.
The young girl attendants returned, each bearing a handmade pitcher on her shoulder. Looking down at the elder girl as she devotedly licked the swami's prick, one gently plucked a flower from a nearby bush and placed it behind the guru's ear.
Her young voice was plaintive and petulant as she spoke. "It is not fair, Revered Swami. We work hard and serve you faithfully since you rescued us from the evils of Sunset Strip. But we did not run away from home just to be servants. When can we be honored as she is, by feeding upon the flow from your beautiful brown yang?"
Her companion jostled her out of the way. Her budding breasts shook with indignation as she reached to pull the older girl's head off the swami's prick.
"The others are always getting it. Why can't we have our turn? We know the prayers and the meaning of your blessed communion with the temple maidens. Our bodies burn with desire for your entrance. Take us. Right this minute."
Their eyes filled with tears as Guram Zubri held them away from the girl, who was still sucking with her head in his lap.
"It will come to you, my children. That I promise. I have been watching you and have decided that you are ready for a deeper penetration than can be gained through prayers and devotion. I will send for you later tonight perhaps and initiate you into the next step towards fulfillment. Go in peace now and enjoy the last day of your childhood. Before the sun rises tomorrow, you will be women and carrying the holy seed within you."
The girls bowed in gratitude of the swami's magnanimity. They ran off laughing, to offer the filled pitchers to the waiting bathers in overflowing pool.
Languorously, Julie lay back in the scented water and felt the hands of the other girls massaging the oils into her glowing skin.
"Bring her out," the swami commanded. "And cleanse her with oils while she lays here beside me."
Ten pairs of hands fastened gently under Julie's limp body and lifted her reverently onto the smooth coping beside the guru. Lifting her arms above her head and spreading her unresisting legs, they poured the viscous oil over her sleek body. Eager hands sought the intimacy of her, as they glided slickly over Julie's greased flesh. As some rubbed the crystal-clear fluid into the firm muscles of her stomach, others kneaded the plasticity of her breasts, letting the soft tissue slide through their fingers voluptuously. Gentle fingers tweaked the roseate circles of her aroused nipples until the flood of mounting desire coursed through Julie's panting body.
On the peaked crescents of her squirming need, Julie felt oiled hands slip inside her unresisting thighs. Opening her legs still further apart, her oil-slicked pussy shuddered with the stimulation of exploring fingers.
"Not inside," the guru announced firmly. "Cleanse her thoroughly, but do not penetrate too deeply. Her maidenhood must not be breached."
Eagerly, Julie arched her back and thrust her yearning pussy at her tormentors. Her hip jerked convulsively to the erotic stimulation of the eager, searching fingers. Her whole body, every fiber of her entire being, shrieked passionately under the unbearable ecstasy of the many-handed caresses. Knowing hands sought and found erotic areas that Julie had never dreamed existed in her hardly awakened young body. To have one, just one person, massage her so knowingly would have been unforgettable. But ten probing, tweaking, patting, caressing hands running over her writhing flesh simultaneously drove her beyond the point where she was conscious of anything in the world but the surge of her own mounting sea of sexuality.
In tune with her rising desires, the girls worked their soft fingers faster over Julie's pulsating body. Gentle hands circled her breasts, rubbing the firm flesh to a tense, nipple-pointed thrusting. The fruitlike, pink nipples slipped between oil-scented fingers as the delicate friction seared into her flesh like fire. Cool fingers played with the lobes of her ears, slipping inside the openings with an insistent probing as if they had found some small private pussy and were finger fucking it. Another hand played with her mouth, peeling back the lips until the soft, sensitive flesh of the underlips responded like the twitching lips of her vulva.
Every part of her body was receiving attention. Her neck, her navel, her armpits, the soles of her feet, every total inch of her was being stimulated. The agony that she was receiving from the fingers increased to an impossible degree, as the fingers played lovingly with her clit and petallic cunt.
The swami glowed with approval. "She is indeed in tune with Titrina, the Holy Love Goddess." He informed the world at large. "Look how she writhes in the fervor of her giving."
He stretched a foot towards her sweat-streaked face. The long toes were brown and set apart like prehensile fingers.
Softly, he addressed Julie. "Here you must have some communication with the All-Knowing Life Force in your climax. You may suck the toe of the Holy Swami Guram Krishna Zubri. I would offer you a more rewarding member, only it is being used by yet another disciple."
He gestured towards the eagerly sucking girl latched on the end of his penis.
"Now," he told the watchful circle of temple maidens, "we will all close our eyes and concentrate on deep things. Bring your priestess to her climax and purge her being of all past sexuality. I shall exercise my unlimited powers of concentration and gush forth for this deserving devotee, who works so hard for enlightenment."
Suiting the word to the deed, the swami screwed up his face, and in eye-closed concentration, surrendered himself to the twin suckings of Julie on his wriggling toe and the flickering tongue that ferreted under his stretched foreskin and danced gaily around his dribbling knob end.
The birds twittered noisily, breaking the reverent silence that descended upon the sun-drenched courtyard. A low moan of religious fervor spilled from the compressed lips of the guru. His hands snaked down and seized the girl's head in a grip of iron.
'Bless you my child. You are about to ... ahhh ... receive the gift of communication ... Ehhhhhhhh. By the Sacred Balls! That was a good one."
The girl convulsed as the steaming hot sperms gushed past her revolving tongue and gushed down her throat.
"Swallow them all down now," the swami admonished her. "That is the greater part of the holy mystery. In swallowing them, they become part of your being. Being assimilated into your flesh, they become part of your soul. Then your every thought is as one with the Almighty."
The girl sucked on the end of his now wilting penis with religious fervor. Drawing every last drop of the sacred fluid out of his system until he squirmed in discomfort. Twining his fingers in her black hair, he yanked her head away irritably.
"That's enough, for Christ sake! Leave some of the holy yang for those to follow. Away to your cell and concentrate upon the honor that has been afforded you."
As the girl reluctantly released his now flaccid tool from her mouth, Guram Zubri turned to the spectacle in front of him.
Under his gloating stare, Julie writhed in passion of her last few shattering seconds before climax. Mechanically, her mouth worked noisily upon the toes of the guru's foot. A smile played about her face as the girls brought her over the threshold and she crashed through her climax. The many-handed masturbation flooded her with a drenching release that poured from her in hot, spurting torrents. A tense, strangled sob broke from her as she rammed the guru's foot into her mouth.
"I am free. Freeeeeee. This is not sex, but communication with the gods." The swami nodded. "I knew that you would understand. Only through the shell of our flesh, can we strive for heaven."
His head sank onto his chest as he slept the sleep of the righteous. The girls dried the exhausted Julie with dried flower petals and led her off to her quarters.
Passing through a Moorish arch, the patter of their footsteps echoed down a shaded corridor. Shafts of yellow sunlight cut across the blue shadows from the outside courtyard, which was framed by the beautifully proportioned colonnaded walkway. The terracotta tiled passage way was about twelve feet wide with doorways into the cool, inviting cells of the young women. At the head of the corridor, an elaborately carved screen obscured yet another arched doorway.
The little procession of girls stopped as they reached the screened entrance.
Releasing Julie, they motioned her forward. "There are your private quarters. Only the High Priestess may enter here. We must wait until you bid us enter at your need."
The two younger attendants thrust their way forward. "But not us, " they insisted. "We are her personal attendants, and as such, we will be with her at all times. You heard the swami say so."
Grasping Julie eagerly by each hand, they drew her forward, around the screen and through the oriental entrance.
Once again, Julie had the feeling of straying Into a film set. This time she felt she had walked into a production of the Arabian Nights. The walls were draped luxuriously with tapestry which portrayed scenes from the Decameron.
Men and women writhed in every conceivable manner of sexual embrace against the rich silken sheen of the cloth. The room was huge and lofty, subtly hued lighting bathed the area from wrought iron hanging lamps. Placed haphazardly an the tiled floor, were expensive Persian and Indian rugs. Overstuffed cushions were dotted about the room. Unusual Indian musical instruments were propped against the walls.
Excitedly, Julie and her two young friends ran through the room, bouncing on the many-colored floor cushions and chasing each other behind the flowing curtains.
Two further door arches on the inner wall lured them to greater exploration. Snuggling the softness of the young girls to her, Julie put her arms around them and led them into the first of the antechambers.
In one of the walls was a huge window overlooking yet another walled courtyard. A private, sun-warmed haven, she had to escape to in between the demands of her cult duties. All the other walls were lined from floor to ceiling with shelf after shelf of leather-bound books.
Scanning through them quickly, Julie found that most of them were written in some undecipherable lettering that she presumed was Indian script. Searching closer, she noticed a few English words, which appeared among the titles. To her disappointment, they all were involved works of theology, philosophy and religious subjects.
Turning around, she called her companions and left the room. Though it looked very impressive and made her feel that she really was some kind of a priestess, she didn't think she would be spending that much time in there.
The next room was something else again. It was obviously her bedroom, but what a bedroom. Furniture like this didn't come from White Front stores. Again, the decor was oriental, with drapes and lamps around the room. What really took her eye was a huge canopied bed that took up a good third of the floor space.
Pulling the hanging curtains back, she dived onto it, squealing. A sensation like she had never experienced happened to her. Instead of sinking into the mattress as she had expected, she seemed to float upon it. The whole thing conformed to the contours of her body and seemed to sway with her slightest movement.
Squirming with delight, she turned to her amazed watchers. "This," she announced delightedly, "This must be One of those new water beds that I've heard so much about. It's really a groove. Climb on, kids."
Nothing loath, the two little girls clambered up beside her. The whole bed swayed and undulated with their motion, rocking them close together as they laughed and tumbled about.
One of the children lay her head on Julie's chest and sighed contentedly. "Oh, I'm so happy. It's much better being with you in this wild place than stuck in the seraglio with the rest of the girls. They get so bitchy at times. Especially when the monks don't get to visit them often."
The other girl broke in excitedly. "Say, you'll fever guess. But we are going to be called by the swami soon. He says we are no longer children and are ready for our first communion. I can't wait until I feel the taste of the holy come. The other girls say that it's dreamy."
Julie hugged the two girls closely to her.
"Me too," Julie gladly said. "I have to receive my private instruction before I appear to the faithful tonight. Whichever of us gets it first will tell the other so that we'll know what to expect, okay?"
Her companions nodded gravely and lay back dreamily. Julie ran her fingers through their hair.
"You know," she said to them. "Here we are, and we're going to live together and share all our secrets and I don't even know your names. You know mine already. It's Julie. But I think they are going to give me a new one when I am ordained today."
The little girl on her left rolled over and looked at her. "I like you. You're grown up." She pointed at Julie's luscious breasts and down at the delicate fringe of Julie's golden pubic hair. "You're really grown up, yet you're not grumpy and standoffish like the others. They seem to think we are kids just because we have only a little fuzz around our pussies and are not allowed to take the sacrament yet. May I, I mean we, call you Julie, even though you are a high priestess."
Julie laughed and held the girls closer. "Of course you may, though I don't think there is that much difference in our ages. You make me sound like an old lady. I'm only seventeen, you know."
The older of the two girls pulled her puppy fat in around her stomach, making her budding breasts stick out as far as possible.
"Yeah, that's right Julie. You're only three years older than I am, I'm fourteen and my name's Dora. My friend is thirteen and she's Shirley. Though she doesn't look it, does she?" She finished spitefully.
The small difference in their age had indeed made a difference in their development. The elder girl, Dora, was dark haired and practically fully formed. The younger one, Shirley, was a redhead and held the innocence of lingering childhood in her blue eyes. Her trim figure had sprouted to about five foot two, but her breasts were still hard little swellings around the delicate pink buds of her nipples. A faint peach bloom of red pubic hair glistened like a burnished bronze haze around her smooth little crack. She reminded Julie of a picture she had seen somewhere of an angel. It was one of those clean-looking, naked little creatures: that flutter around the edges of Renaissance paintings.
As if reading Julie's thoughts, Shirley cut in on her reverie. "I may look young, but I've been around, you know." There was insistence and the need to be accepted in the girl's voice.
"I was living with the hippies," she continued, "when the swami found me. I'd run away from home and had been in a commune at Big Sur before I split and went peddling the Free Press on the Strip. I got to meet all kinds of guys that way. I used to give blow jobs or beat their meat in the backs of cars. It was a drag. I could have done that back home. What I really wanted was excitement.
"hen Guram Zubri found me in the Middle Earth Bazaar and told me about this place, I really dug it. I told my friend, Dora, and we both thumbed our way up here the same day."
Julie looked at the girls with amazement showing on her face. "Do you mean to say that you two are a couple of swingers?"
Julie ran her eyes over the young, hardly formed bodies. "All this time I've been thinking of you as a couple of kids who don't know what you're mixed up in. It looks as if you could be giving me ad-rise."
The two girls laughed delightedly. "We sure could. From what we've heard, the swami selected you for High Priestess because you're still cherry. Is that right? Are you?"
Julie blushed as she answered. "I guess I am. But don't tell me that both of you have had it already?"
The girls' heads nodded together as Dora answered, "Yes, my stepfather got me when I was twelve. That was one of the reasons that I split from home. My old lady turned nasty. I guess she was jealous and thought I was getting more than she was. The hippies were a rest cure after the tricks my old man got up to."
Julie turned to the little redhead, who was cuddled up beside her. "What about you, Shirley?" she asked, ready to believe anything she heard after her companion's recital.
Shirley eased her head out of the crook of Julie's arm. "It wasn't my old man that got me; he was a Seventh Day Adventist and didn't think along that groove at all. No, there was a Negro family that moved into the neighborhood on one of those equality deals. My old man used to encourage the kids to come around. He said something about all men being equal and discrimination being a sin. We all got curious one day when the folks were out. Sort of wondering how far down the color went. Pretty soon we started playing doctors and nurses and that kind of stuff. It wasn't long before one of the guys slipped me a length of blackjack."
Her eyes lit up reminiscently. "Brother, those blacks sure can screw! Anything as long as it has a hole in it. All the kids on the block got into the act and we used to have orgies when my folks were out at church. Dozens of kids were sucking and fucking all over the house. It was wild. My parents came home early one time and caught us. What a bummer. The shit really hit the fan. Macy was shafting me. I guess he was eleven. I was blowing his older brother. He was a well-built stud of fifteen," she added.
"My folks didn't stop hassling me for two days afterwards. Dad forgot all about brotherly love and called the pigs into the black family. He said they were animals. I split when they started talking about Juvy Hall. I didn't fancy any probation or staying at home reading good books all my life. I needed to be out having fun."
She laid her head on Julie's soft, comforting breasts.
"But everything's going to be groovy now," Shirley sighed. "Just the three of us in this groovy place."
Julie hugged the kids closer to her. "Of course everything's going to be groovy. Just snuggle up close and let's relax. I've got a feeling we are going to be three busy chicks before the night's out."
Her two new friends cuddled into Julie's soft body like two little puppies. Dora made a pillow of Julie's stomach and closed her eyes with a sigh. Shirley put her head on Julie's breasts, letting her auburn hair spill down over their white fullness. Her warm breath played gently over Julie's sensitive nipples causing them to pucker near the child's full lips.
A warm glow of maternal love crept over Julie. Somehow, these two kids felt very close to her. It was almost with a feeling of satisfaction that Julie became conscious of Shirley's childlike lips seeking the comfort of her aroused nipples.
With a little mewing sound, the girl fastened upon the hardness of Julie's ripe nipples. Drawing it into her mouth, Shirley closed her lips firmly around it and ran her tongue around the darker flesh.
The sensation was startling and new to Julie. She'd had guys suck at her tits before, but this was something totally different. She found it hard to figure out, but she felt motherly somehow. It was as though she had something to give that the child desperately needed.
Probably a mother felt this way when she was breast feeding her kid. But what the child, who was now sucking noisily at her boobs, needed was comforting and loving. She needed to know that she was cared for and wanted. There was someone, who she could turn to, someone who would give to her without counting the cost. If the symbolic return to childhood brought any feeling of security to her, as far as Julie was concerned, it would be selfish on her part to refuse the soft consolation of a little play acting.
Reaching down to the drowsy Dora, she drew her head up from her lap. "Here, my little darling. Julie loves you then," she cooed.
Crooking the girl's head in her arm, she offered the searching, hungry mouth of her other roseate hued nipple. Greedily, the lips closed over it and Julie breathed a sigh of utter contentment as she felt the two sets of nibbling teeth pulling at her yielding flesh.
Slowly, as if comforted by Julie's naked body, the girls increased the tempo of their lapping tongues. Reaching up with her two hands, Shirley dashed her flowing red hair from her face and cupped her fingers around the tit she was sucking on. Tighter and tighter she squeezed, until the encircling hands had forced Julie's already proud flesh up into a hard thrusting pyramid. The nipples stood up firm and eager, making a perfect target for the girl's questing mouth. Her long pink tongue pointed erotically as it coursed over the tempting flesh of Julie's captive boob. The steady persistent lapping of her new family began to] arouse instincts in Julie that were far from maternal. Flaming wings of desire coursed through her body and settled with an aching persistence in her twitching, yearning twat. The water bed undulated sensually like a tormented ocean in time to her writhing body. Her uncontainable excitement transmitted itself to the two girls as Dora began to explore Julie's body with eager, burning kisses.
Insistently, the child's mouth ranged over Julie's breast, reaching up to demand her lips for one tingling moment, then down to cover Julie's heaving stomach with wet girlish kisses. Her extended tongue dug into Julie's sweat-moist navel as if it had found a pot of honey. An animal moan of joy vibrated against the tense muscles of Julie's abdomen.
In the grip of a desire beyond her control, Dora had slipped her hand between Julie's spread thighs and enclosed her saturated slit. Julie shuddered and threw her legs even farther apart as the girlish fingers peeled back the labia and sought the dilated clitoris.
The ripe, ready meat was drenched with desire and yielded to the exploring fingers with a moist submission. Faster and faster, the fingers rotated the protruding love button, driving Julie wild with teeth-clenching desire.
The bed pitched as the two girls changed positions until the three occupants became one tangled squirming unity of embracing flesh.
A pair of trim, firm buttocks pressed themselves against Julie's face. The satin-smooth skin brushed across Julie's lips, like the soft wings of a dove. Grasping her hands around a slim waist, Julie pulled the featherweight body closer. Burying her face deeply in the pliant mounds, Julie realized that the slim, almost boyish figure must belong to Shirley.
Eagerly, the young girl snuggled onto Julie's kisses until the slick opening of her tight love pit was centered over Julie's lips.
Tentatively, Julie allowed her tongue to explore the delicate folds of another girl's pussy hole. The taste was tangy and astringent. It seemed to act as a piquant sauce to the meal she was about to eat.
Spreading the flexible buttocks, she allowed her tongue to run along the full length of Shirley's salty little oyster.
The sensation was out of this world!
Screaming messengers of passion ran through her tingling nerves, inundating her saturated pussy hole as Dora lapped at the juicy love flood.
The bed mocked again as Shirley pulled Dora around until her mouth sought and found its billet on her young friend's black-haired love nest.
Intent only upon rising, pounding passion that flowed between them, like an electric current, the three girls lapped, licked and sucked at the eager slits that yielded under their frantic mouths.
The knowledge that she was sharing her pleasure, taking as well as giving in this trinity, added a fresh meaning to Julie's surrender. It was as if all she had ever experienced in her previous sexual forays had been increased threefold.
The passion of the three girls communicated itself to each other, heightening their emotion to a pitch that could never be attained outside this tight little circle of willing surrender. The fine degrees of pleasure that another woman's knowing tongue could bring to the act, was a revelation to Julie. Being a woman and knowing what the other woman wanted, made all the difference. The mere movement of the tongue a fraction of an inch could bring a response from the lovely child that she grasped firmly to her. At the slightest hint of movement or changed position, the mouth that was attached to her pussy would alter its rhythm and bury deeper.
If only they could reach their orgasm together, Julie prayed softly. Then they would have something to tell the swami.
Faster and faster, the pointed red tongue caressed the flooded slits of their partners until the three girls were poised tottering on the edge of eternity.
A shuddering cry suddenly came from Dora's head as it nestled against the soft fuzz of Julie's crotch.
"Oh ... OH ... Julie, I can't hold out any longer. I'm going to come. Are you near?"
As if spurred by Dora's involuntary cry, the other two girls renewed their efforts simultaneously.
Shirley's breath was warm on Dora's squirming tidbit as she moaned softly. "Yes, oh ... yes. Me too. I'm coming. Hurry Julie. Let's come together."
Even before the girls spoke, Julie could feel the warm flood building up inside her. Their words were like a lash, forcing the blood to pump faster through her burning body. With a final convulsive jerk, she freed herself from the slender thread of reality and her climax washed over her like the bursting of a dam.
Vaguely, as if from another world, she heard the strangled cries of the other girls as they, in their turn, crashed through the barriers of consciousness, and broke free into the outer galaxies of their star-spinning orgasms.
The sound of the gauzy drapes, fluttering at the windows, merged with the quiet breathing of the exhausted girls as they snuggled close in a sublimated, totally communicating embrace.
Shirley's soft lips brushed against Julie's closed eyes for a moment. "Oh Julie," Shirley breathed strongly. "We do love you so. Never leave us, will you?"
Julie pulled the two cuddle-some creatures close to her, holding them tightly as if they were the most precious objects in the world. And she thought drowsily to herself that in a way they were. Through the eager demanding mouths of these two, who at first she had dismissed as mere children, she had risen to heights of intimacy that she had never experienced while sucking a cock.
She was going to keep the two girls with her always, and she didn't give a damn if she never saw another dilated dick again as long as she lived. Hugging her resolution to her, along with her voluptuous bedmates, she listened to their quiet breathing for a moment before she, too, fell into the deep sleep of utter sublimity.