Chapter 12
The jet cut through the blue sky. As it descended, they could see the incredible Temple below.
It was located in a clearing of dense jungle that looked about three or four acres large. In the very center was a hotel that was built to look like a temple from the lost ages of Atlantis of Hyperboria. The hotel was huge and dominated over a quarter of the grounds. Behind the building was a lagoon with a waterfall. In front of the hotel were a patio, pool, cafe and bar.
The grounds were surrounded by thick jungle foliage. The jet made its pass over the Temple and then dipped. Jason could now see the clearing where the runway had been built. He took a fleeting look back at the grounds and saw people romping, swimming, playing and, yes, fucking, everywhere.
He turned to Dominique, who was sitting in the seat next to him. "Why is it called the Temple!"
"Because it is a place where our cult can meet and practice our beliefs. We are pleasure-worshippers, and this is our retreat, a resort where elite, beautiful swingers can come for pleasure and sex. Sounds like fun, doesn't it, Jason?"
"Sounds different."
"You'll see what it's all about in a minute or so. I know you'll like it."
Their pilot brought them in smoothly and as soon as they were on the ground, they began to gather their gear up. A jeep was waiting for them outside, and it drove them on the bumpy dirt path to the main gate. There, Dominique had to show her pass, but the guard only had to take one look at her and he let her pass.
"The Temple is secured very well," explained Dominique. "There won't be any party-crashers here."
The jeep drove them to the beginning of the grounds and stopped. They walked the rest of the way.
Carla was very excited. Her eyes drank in the sights. Everywhere, young and beautiful people were playing and enjoying themselves. Most were clad in sexy bathing suits, but a few were completely nude. She noticed that the swimsuits were going off and on with regularity.
They were led to the hotel by servants who took their bags straight to their rooms. Dominique was expected and merely had to sign in at the front desk.
They went to quickly change into their bathing suits and then met back in the lobby. Dominique led them outside and took them on a tour of the grounds.
They followed a path and circled around the Temple to the lagoon in back. It was a large pool of clear, sparkling water. The falls roared as the foaming waters continuously dropped from the opening in the rocky ledge, emerging from an underground grotto. Tie cliff rose about twenty feet, and on top stood a very odd object. Jason squinted against the lowering sun and saw the large statue of a naked woman, beautifully detailed with breasts and cunt, and long hair ailing richly down her back. The statue was made of polished marble, like one of the Greek idols of lost gods and warriors of the past.
Dominique saw Jason looking up intently at the statue and she smiled. "That is my Goddess ... Dimitria, the Priestess of Love. She oversees things here."
Jason stared at the glorious woman who looked continuously over the Temple grounds from her rocky perch. He was fascinated.
Carla was interested in other things. She was watching a muscular young man enter a lovely blonde girl under the sparkling waterfall. He pressed her back against the smooth surface of the cliff, and the girl threw her head back and cried out when the man plunged into her. Carla watched the entire length of his throbbing cock slide into the blonde's vertical slit.
Another man climbed from the water and began to rub his aroused organ against the warm, smooth sur face of a rock. Carla watched the domes of his muscled ass shudder as he ground his dick onto the stone surface, screwing it as if it were a woman.
Over on a patch of thick, green grass, a beautiful woman lay down on her stomach and a handsome man kneeled over her and spread her ass cheeks so he could enter her there. Carla watched the man's cock go in until it was buried to the root in the woman's rectum. Then, the pair began to move sensually together, having a slow anal screw.
Carla heard a gasp of joy and her gaze suddenly turned to a man who was standing thigh-deep in the shallow end of the lagoon. A black-haired girl had just brought him to his moment of release in her mouth. The young man thrust his hips forward and unleashed his passions out into the girl's face. Two white streams of his lust drooled out of her lips and down her chin.
Directly behind them, a girl was also in the throes of intense sexuality as she masturbated on a patch of grass. Her luscious buttocks were bouncing on the ground, forming a dent in the earth, as her hands brought her to a quaking climax.
As Carla watched the sex action going on around her, her own hand went inside her bathing suit. This was like a dream world, where passion and pleasure ruled. Carla had known about the Temple, but never had the chance to visit it. Now that she was here, she knew that all the rumors were true, and this was going to be the ultimate sensual experience.
Dominique looked at her lovely girlfriend. Carla's eyes were glassy with lust and dream-like passion. She saw Dominique smiling at her and said, "Our Goddess, Dominique! This place is fantastic!"
"I'm glad you like it."
Dominique continued to give them the tour of the grounds. All around, people were having pleasure and sex. Moans of joy and cries of passion intermingled in the jungle breezes. Young, good, tanned bodies bounced all around the grounds, going from one sensual experience to another.
"This place is completely private," Dominique told them. "We are surrounded by dense jungle and armed guards. This gives us the freedom to do whatever we want." As if to prove her point, a couple dropped to the earth and began copulating right in front of them.
They arrived at the outside bar and Dominique ordered three mugs of cold draft beer. They drank these down and looked out at the lovemaking people. As the sun set, the action was picking up. Bathing suits were being tossed away and nude bodies were romping everywhere. Couples, threesomes, foursomes coupled, joined and began moving in the ageless dance of love.
Soon, Jason and Carla had seen enough and just couldn't hold back any longer. They couldn't control themselves and they both shed their bathing suits and began groping and feeling each other on the spot. Carla dropped down and pulled her husband on top of her, and Dominique saw her grab his buttocks and claw at him with lust. He mounted her and they began fucking.
Dominique watched them for a while. Carla's body rose and fell to the tempo of her husband's strokes. Her ass churned, grinding his manhood inside her sex slot. She was moaning and panting with her building desire. Carla was an extremely sensuous woman, and Dominique noticed how she bit her lip to stifle her outcry of lusty delight as her body shook beneath her husband in its initial climax.
Dominique gave a little laugh and then went toward the Temple, where she was going to make preparations for dinner.
When Dominique came back outside, she found Jason swimming in the pool in the nude and Carla kneeling on a patch of grass while a young man screwed her from behind.
Dominique sat down in a lounger and watched. It was amazing ... Jason swam in the water while less than thirty feet away, his wife was being fucked by another man. He had certainly changed over the past weeks. There was no jealousy, no insecurity, no anger. Jason had become a sex-man.
Dominique looked at the balling couple. The man's hips were pistoning and he worked hard and diligently to enjoy Carla. By the expressions on their faces and the way they were both grunting and clutching, Dominique knew that they were nearing climax.
Jason saw his blonde girlfriend, swam over to her and climbed out of the pool. Dominique saw him rise smoothly from the water, and she gave off a little gasp when she noticed his organ was again hard and ready.
Jason sat in the chair next to her and they talked for a few moments. Soon, Carla was finished with her screw and she walked over and joined them. The young man's juices were still running down her sexy thighs.
Carla sat down for a minute, but the feel of the sticky, cooling sperm became annoying. She excused herself and ran over and dove into the swimming pool to rinse her body off.
Jason stared after his wife, and Dominique saw his stiff manhood give a tiny jerk. "This is why I wanted you to be ready and horny tonight, darling," she said. "I wanted you to be able to feel the whole wonderful sensation of abandonment and lust we have here." As if to prove her point, Dominique reached over and gave Jason's hard cock a squeeze, followed by a few sensual strokes.
Jason gasped. "Oh ... Dominique! Now I'll have to get off again!"
Jason looked at himself and took his dick in hand and began to jerk it. Suddenly, Carla came up out of the pool and dipped down to engulf her husband's enflamed sex tool in her mouth. She knelt down alongside Jason and sucked and stroked his dong with her lips and fingers until he stiffened, cried out and shot his hot cum into her talented mouth. Carla swallowed each and every drop of her husband's sperm and then released him. She smiled up at him, stood and ran back to dive into the water again.
It was about an hour until dinner. Jason took a quick nap while the two girls went swimming to gether. They enjoyed the water for a few minutes ant then climbed out of the pool and made love to one an other on a big towel.
When they were finished, they awoke Jason and told him it was time for supper. The sleep and sun am sex had refreshed him. He felt great and as hungry as a bear. But he also felt horny and he looked down at his long, hard prick and took it in his hand.
"Can I have a quick one first?" he asked Dominique. He moved his hand and gave his dick a few pulls.
"You'll have plenty of time for that, later," said Dominique. "Save your sperm!"
"Oh ... it'll only take a minute!" Jason groaned "Let me just put it inside of you and have a few strokes, okay?"
"Don't be so impatient, Jason," said Carla with a grin.
"Now put that away," suggested Dominique, indicating Jason's whang with a nod. "And come along We're starved!"
Jason reluctantly put on his bathing suit and followed the ladies to the cafe.
They had a delicious dinner. They sat at an outside table and watched the young lovers romping and playing all around them. Jason's cock never went down and stayed hard and uncomfortable in his briefs throughout dinner.
Dusk set in and torches were lit all around and over the grounds area. This gave the place a very exotic atmosphere.
Jason was impossibly horny. Watching the people as they fucked and sucked all over the place made him feel the urge to jump up and run down and grab one of the girls and just have sex with her. Under the table, his cock was drooling and jerking and he allowed his hand to sneak down and granted himself a few strokes.
He was throbbing and ready, his handsome face actually contorted with his lust. But Dominique made him sit tight and wait.
She certainly didn't help Jason's condition. It grew even worse when the girl at the table next to them suddenly groaned loudly and turned around in her chair and got off by rubbing her pouting sex on her seat. Jason watched her shudder with her delightful release, and he envied her. He moaned and felt his boner throb in his grasp beneath the table. He gave it a few more careful strokes, but he didn't want to go off in his hand, not with all those beautiful girls around, all ready, willing and able to be fucked.
Dominique reached over and patted Jason's leg. "Be patient, my darling," she said. "You will have a luscious reward."
But it was too late. Jason's newborn sexuality, his over-excited condition and his extreme eagerness were just too much for him. He gasped and his eyes bulged and he half-rose in his chair as his pecker jerked and shot out a delicious white stream that splashed on the underside of the table. Then he didn't give a damn what the women thought. He just wanted his release ... needed it ... and he called out his triumph and stroked furiously to urge all the juice from his spasming schlong.
Carla giggled. Dominique groaned in mock scorn and shook her head. Jason emitted a violent shudder as he finished his orgasm.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" asked Carla.
Jason actually blushed. "Yeah ... much!" He collapsed back in his seat and his chest rose and fell as he gasped in the aftermath of his autoeroticism.
All around them, the young people continued to shamelessly have their sex and lusty pleasures.
The night came on. The three adventurers had champagne and viewed the show as the patrons fucked and sucked one another in a continuous parade of horny delights. As the night went on, the action became hotter and hotter.
Finally, around three in the morning, things went quiet. The grounds crew and custodians began their work, preparing the facilities for the following day's fun and activities.
Jason and Carla were in their room, asleep, dreaming about their love and adventures.
Dominique sat outside, alone. She watched one last couple, naked and flushed from obvious sex, as they ran past her, laughing, toward their room. They disappeared inside the Temple, and Dominique rose from her chair and walked around to the back of the exotic hotel.
She climbed the long series of stone steps up the side of the cliff over the lagoon. She stood in front of the mighty statue of the Love Goddess and let her eyes gaze out over the Temple grounds.
"My realm," she whispered. She raised her arms above her head and looked at the moon. In a few more days it would be full and the Mid-Summer's Eve would be upon them, and it would be time for the Goddess to mate.
Dominique looked down at her body. She reached for herself and attained the orgasm she had been waiting all evening for with a few brisk rubs.
"Jason! This is for you!" At the very summit of her passion, she turned and kissed the statue on its breasts, and turned again and dropped head-first off the cliff into a long dive, filled with orgasm, her body spasming through the fall. She cut cleanly, with barely a ripple, into the lagoon waters.