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"You ok habibti?" I asked.

There was a long silence before her answer. "No, Rohi not really," she said before she sat up in bed facing me and crossed her legs, adding, "but this has to be done." This seemed serious so I also sat up crossed my legs facing her. She took my hands in hers and she started.

Taking a deep breath, "Ours is a very old family," I nodded, "No listen, we are not AMONG the first Christians of Lebanon, we ARE the first Christians of Lebanon. When my ancestors converted they held deep pagan beliefs and practices. All those were cast aside..." she paused, "except a handful. Those which were believed to be more important than faith, no not more important, they... they transcended faith. They were Responsibilities." She paused before continuing, "Now, over two thousand years that handful have carried on to this day." Her face took on a very serious look, "The one I speak of now is known only to the family, a closely held secret. If the church found out," she hesitated, "well, it would be bad."

I nodded and figured this was what the priest had been talking about those many months ago.

She caressed and then gripped my hands, "We have a tradition when it comes to our children going out into the world. It's important they are prepared, so it's our, the parent's," she gestured indicating both of us, "and you are now the father to my children, our duty is to ready them to go out into the world so they will not bring shame or disrespect to the family. We must present men and women ready for the world."

I was nodding, sounded like a wise belief.

She continued but took another deep breath, "Preparing them for life includes preparing them in the nature of life. Conception to death, all which comes in between."

She paused, "If you were originally one of us what I'm about to say would not be a surprise, inside the family it's common knowledge, and now that we're married you to MUST know of your duty, but it however it must stay understood but unspoken."

She cupped my face with her right hand saying, "You must understand that what I'm asking can never be shared or spoken of. Even to family, Ommi and others. It's understood by all but unspoken."

Once again I nodded and said, "I understand, nothing will be said" but thought, "Holy shit what was she preparing me for? Human sacrifice? Cannibalism?"

It was almost worse.

"Before a child may set out on their own in the world they must not only be aware of but experienced in how children are made," she said and then stopped to concentrate on my face.

I'm sure my face showed a bit of confusion because of what I thought she was going at.

"It is the responsibility of parents to educate their children in these matters."

I nodded and said, "I understand, it's a wise tradition." She looked at me like I was clearly missing something. For clarification I started over, "Ok, what exactly does that mean," I asked, "do you mean they have a full understanding of the mechanics, or are we talking visually or," I paused in the delicacy of the topic, "are you suggesting actually participate? I mean, as in having sex with the children?!"

Stunning conservative religious Kimla said, "Yes, to both."

"WHAT!" I said shocked.

Kimla put a hand on my chest and continued, "Sammy and I had started. By this I mean the children were educated by watching us having sex. But for Giselle it never went beyond that."

In the back of my mind a little devil was screaming, "AHA! That explains why Kimla's

bedroom sexual experiences felt so antiseptic!" But the full weight of what she just said hit me like a hundred stones, "wait," I was a bit in shock, "so the boys and you..." I left the question hang.

Kimla didn't hesitate, "Yes, before Sammy passed."

I think she sensed my trying to come to grips with this revelation. "There's a very formal ancient ceremony, it's not at all for arousal or sexual gratification. It's not erotic but instead deeply spiritual."

Then my mind took the leap and I took a deep breath, "Ok... so if I get this correctly, I'm supposed to have sex with, no... I'm supposed to educate, Giselle?"

Kimla nodded, "Yes, we're years behind. Timing is critical."

Then it struck me, this was why Kimla was under so much pressure from her family to marry quickly. There was a daughter which needed educating and only her "father" could perform the education.

"Ah, the pressure from your family to re-marry!" I blurted out.

She nodded.

I covered my face with my hands, "Ok, that's more than just a little shocking, give me some time to get my head wrapped around this." I asked.

"Of course."

We talked about a few other things that night. We went to sleep without making love, I was a bit disjointed at the news. But... there's always a but... I also thought of Giselle. A virgin. A beautiful dark eyed virgin.

A few day later we were laying in bed and I rolled over and rested my head propped up on my hand. "Alright, describe this educational event."

It was like Kimla was suddenly planning a surprise birthday party, she was excited and flustered all at the same time. She sat up, "Ok, timing all depends upon Giselle's cycles. A phase is rapidly approaching, if we miss this one we'd have to wait 6 months. We can't miss this one. So, following the ceremony exactly is very important. Before we talk about that we, um, we have to... think about Giselle. It will be her first penetration and it's important it go smoothly."

Kimla pointed to my crotch, "manhood size can be an issue."

I frowned and looked at my "manhood" and decided to flip it around on her, "What" am I too small?"

She frowned and slapped my arm, "This is serious. No, not too small, you're larger than most, well... any man I've been with. It's also good you're circumcized, we don't have to do that."

"Say what?" I said.

"We'd have to do it if you weren't already... " she made a motion with her fingers, "snipped."

She blushed but I knew she'd only had sex with Sammy... but penetration wise, my brain instantly knew she meant Sammy but more creepily, her father was her first.

I caught that word, ceremony, she hadn't used it before.

Then she described the entire ceremony in exquisite detail, all the way to how Giselle must be penetrated. It was quite surreal also hearing it from her mother. Who by the way, also had to be present as a witness.

The sudden rush was because the ceremony had to happen on a specific phase of the moon and her menstrual cycle. The ceremony was centered on an ancient pagan deity who originated in the ancient moon god fertility rites of the Middle East. Just turns out that this specific phase of the moon happened only twice a year and was coming up.

The very next week Kimla's mother, or Ommi, arrived. Kimla went with me to the airport to pick her up. This time it was only Ommi, Kimla's sister had stayed in Lebanon. The whole ride I felt ill at ease while Kimla and Ommi chatted on and on about nothing. It was as if the upcoming "event" was a non-event to them.

Preparation for the ceremony began 2 days prior. I was required to stay at home and was placed on a special diet consisting of a lot of lamb, a salad called tabbouleh, stuffed grape leaves, shish tawook, etc. Quite delicious Lebanese dishes apparently required to better ready me.

Ommi and Kimla prepared the dishes themselves and each dish was served with something called "mahwub." It was a creamy sauce I had to eat with everything. I liken it to Greek Tzatziki.

OMG, then there was the pot on the stove which sat there simmering for 2 days and really stunk up Kimla's house. Oh, BTW, Kimla had moved into my house leaving her house for Ommin and Kimla's last son at home who was turning 18 and leaving for Uni in 2 months.

Back to the pot. When started it stunk to high heaven like nothing I'd ever smelled. Think of skunk meets rotting meat. The longer it simmered the thicker it became but, thankfully, the better it smelled until it had a light almost potpourri flowery odor but was the consistency of a slippery gel.

Ommi and Kimla also spent time sewing something I would be required to wear during the penetration ceremony.

I have to admit as the day came close the more and more excited I was getting. Oddly though, as I'm usually a very arousable guy, this wasn't arousing me in a sexual way. I'd get those little tingling feelings in the balls but it'd fade away.

Finally a mere 3 weeks after Kimla and I were married the day arrived when I'd dive head first into a new set of normalcy.

As a nod to Sammy the ceremony would take place in Sammy and Kimla's marriage bed in their house. Her son knew what was up and went to a friends to stay for the night.

The ceremony lasts 12 hours beginning at the sun's zenith, around 1pm local time. Precisely at 1pm Kimla took me by the hand and led me to their now unoccupied 4th bedroom where she lit some incense and left me for about an hour.

Kimla and Ommi had gone over what to expect but didn't really dive into a few details I would have liked to known ahead of time. I was mostly focused on the taking of Giselle's innocence anyway. Hey, I'm a horney guy remember?

The door opened and Kimla and Ommi entered. Kimla was holding a neatly folded white linen something, I assumed a the robe I was to wear. Right away I saw that on Kimla's face there were now very intricately drawn designs. They looked very much like those Mehndi designs you see on Indian women's hands but these were on their faces and shoulders disappearing under their clothes.

Wow, their clothes. They were now dressed in long deep blue almost purple linen gowns. Of course I noticed the cut of the gowns was really quite nice. The shoulder to the waist was fairly close fit showing the form well. From the waist down it was more interesting. Two parts, front and back belted at the waist. The back part was long, to the back of the heels long and went from hip to hip over her ass. The front was cut to be much shorter, going from hip to hip in the front hanging to just above the knees, the edge being in an arc going from roughly mid thigh to mid thigh, their hips were exposed. No hiding it, they certainly weren't wearing underwear.

I immediately admired my Kimla's legs, damn they are gorgeous. long and firm, smooth, but behind her in came Ommi. She was carrying a small pot but it was what she was wearing that distracted me. Ommi never wore anything but a calf length dress, never... ever. Yet in she walked in an identical outfit to Kimla's. I had to admit, even for being in her 60's it was clear where Kimla had gotten her looks. Ommi was old, yes, but her legs were firm and very attractive and I don't think there was an ounce of unnecessary fat on her. I didn't and don't have a thing for Ommi but she is quite mysteriously attractive in her own right. It was while scanning her that I saw they were barefoot their feet also having those intricate tattoo like designs on them.

I opened my mouth intending to ask about the designs but Ommi's quick shake of her head reminded me I was to remain silent through the ceremony.

Kimla knelt in front of me and removed my shoes and socks. Then she took me by the hand and stood me up. With Kimla on my left and Ommi on my right they began to undress me. Well, when they told me I had to wear a ceremonial robe they didn't tell me that they would put it on me.

I tried not to appear too nervous as Ommi unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out of my trousers. She slipped the shirt off and gave it to Kimla who lay it carefully on the bed. Next, Ommi stepped in front of me and and then knelt before she began unbuckling my belt.

"Oh, shit," I thought, her face was right at cock level. I tried not to look but I couldn't help but look down at her. I glanced over at Kimla and she gave me one of her mischievous smirks.

"Son of a bitch" I thought to myself, "she kept this part from me on purpose. Devious little witch."

I gave her a frown but then looked down when I felt Ommi getting to work.

Methodically and without expression or emotion Ommi slid both my pants and underwear down in one motion. I felt my cock get pulled down and then it sprung back a bit.

Even though there was a cock inches from her face she seemingly ignored it and moved for me to lift one leg at a time so she could remove my pants and underwear. After which I was standing stark naked in front of my wife and mother-in-law.

They moved to my sides again and began circling me while whispering a soft chant as their hands slid up and down me. No area was ignored and it was Ommi who first slid her hands down my belly, over my cock to cup my balls, before sliding down one thigh and then up the other. If she was impressed or disappointed she made no indication.

This went on for quite awhile before Kimla retrieved the little pot Ommi had carried into the room. Ommi knelt in front of me and Kimla holding the pot knelt to her right side. Ommi reached in with her fingers and got a palm full. I got a whiff of it. It was the strange gel they'd made in the kitchen.

Then, I was almost terrified when she proceeded to slather my cock and balls with it. She was very gentle about it but the fact that my mother-in-law was kneeling in front of me slathering this slippery gel over my manhood and balls had my emotions on fire.

I felt my cock beginning to get hard and it didn't take more than a few moments and Ommi was stroking my now very hard cock.

I had to look down because my cock felt the hardest it had ever been. It ached it was so hard. As any guy knows the harder his cock is the more upward along the belly it points. Mine was pointing straight up past my belly button. Ommi squeezed gently with her the finger tips of her right hand testing my hardness as her left hand cupped my balls and smoothed gel on them.

Ommi stood up and wiped her hands off as Kimla slipped my arms through a long lined robe and then tied it behind me. Then they sat me down on the bed, cock still raging... and left.

I lay there amazed at the pup tent over my cock figuring it had to be that gel she slathered me with. Time seemed to flash by but later Kimla would tell me it was every hour they returned. Each time they repeated the same thing but switched responsibilities, they would stand me up, remove my robe, circle me chanting, and then one of them would slather my cock and balls with gel. During the second time I noticed feeling in my cock had changed. I still felt, this time it was Kimla, hands on my cock and balls and arousal was still there but as her hand slipped up and down my cock the growing urge to orgasm and shoot cum all over the place wasn't there. Damn near like being edged but simply hanging at the spot just before an orgasm was inevitable. This went every hour for hours and I completely lost track of time.

Later I would ask Kimla what they were doing during the times I was left alone. She would unabashedly tell me.

Then I had dozed off, yes... still with a raging hard on, when they entered for what would be the last time. However this time there was a significant difference. Both Ommi and Kimla were still wearing their skirt things, short in front and long in back, but...

their tops were different. OMG were they different. The deep blue form fitting top had been replaced by a different shade of blue but equally form fitting top which looked like it had to be slipped from the back. The shoulders were covered and puffy sleeves went down to the middle of their upper arms but the front, the front was completely missing and their breasts were exposed.

Ommi's breasts were an older version of Kimla's, similar nipples and areola, sagging more but really quite nice for her age. On each of them their breasts were covered with the intricate designs mirroring the ones on their faces, shoulders, feet and I assumed the rest of their bodies.

Once again they stood me up but this time they untied and removed my robe before laying me back down. Then there occurred another thing Kimla had left out. As I lay there Ommi stood at the foot of the bed and began running her hands up and down my calves, then she leaned forward her face above my cock only to rub up and down my thighs. My heart began pounding as I thought, "no, she wouldn't."

Ommi then crawled onto the bed so that she could rub her hands up and down my chest all the while moving her hips higher and higher until she was over my cock. Placing her hands on my shoulders she looked intently into my eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Kimla move closer where she adjusted Ommi's dress a bit. Suddenly I felt flesh on flesh and my cock pressing against something new but very very familiar, a woman's pussy.

"My God, is she going to fuck..." I thought to myself. I know my face was showing some consternation and concern because when I glanced at Kimla she nodded and mouthed "it's ok" to me.

Then Ommi closed her eyes, sat up and stretched out her arms while at the same time I see and feel Kimla grasping my cock and guiding me into her mother. Ommi moved her hips a bit and then sank slowly but firmly onto my cock. Usually my cock will bend a tad going in but it was so hard it simply drove into her. Her pussy felt like it was on fire it was so hot inside. I noticed her cheeks wince once or twice as she settled me as deep inside her as she could. She stopped with about an inch of my cock remaining.

I thought, "Well, there was one difference between Kimla and Ommi." Kimla could take all of it.

I hadn't noticed where they came from but in her out stretched hands were now two twisted shapes.

"Snakes," my mind told me. Then it struck me from paintings I'd seen during my travels in the near east. A bare breasted goddess, Minoan or Phoenician, in whose outstretched arms hands held snakes.

Ommi sat still, not moving an inch. That's when I realized that although I could feel the heat of her pussy around my cock what I didn't feel was the desire to fuck, to cum, almost a complete lack of desire while completely aroused.

"Has to be that gel" I thought, "or maybe that mahwub stuff? or a combination of both?"

Only a few moments passed before Kimla took the snakes from Ommi. Ommi opened her eyes and lifted up off me. My cock made a quite audible wet "SLAP" when it slipped from her. I looked down, it was quite wet. I wasn't sure if it was the gel or from Ommi's pussy. She crawled off me and stood still. Kimla stood in front of her and Ommi nodded to her. Kimla nodded back and knelt in front of her using a red linen to wipe Ommi's inner thighs and probably pussy. I couldn't really see well.

Without any further ado they stood me up and walked me naked from the room. It really felt weird being led naked through a house while sporting a raging hard on.

Ommi led me followed by Kimla bringing up the rear into the master bedroom. I had never been into Sammy and Kimla's bedroom and glanced about. Centered against the wall was a king size bed, the head board was like a bookcase, a bathroom to the left, a makeup desk and chair to the right, next to a large chest of drawers. It was lit only by candlelight, the bed was partially covered by a lovely blanket with colored geometrical designs surrounding a large depiction of a full moon, a fertility symbol. There was the light odor of the gel in the air. On the headboard stood a large statue of that goddess I recognized. She was dressed in a long dress, like Ommi and Kimla her breasts were exposed also like Ommi and Kimla, her arms outstretched and grasping snakes.I was full of questions but knew I had to keep them to myself until after all this was over. They had been very serious that I was not to speak during the ceremony.

They each took an arm at the elbow and at the hand and led me to the bed where I knelt onto it as they moved me around until I was laying on my back in the center of the bed.

Then something they had told me would happen happened. As a nod to men sometimes losing control of themselves during these ceremonies some restraint was traditional. They stretched my arms out and scarfs were tied around my wrists before they moved to my legs, spread them enough so that my ankles were likewise tied with scarfs. Essentially I was spread eagle and tied to remain that way.

Kimla picked up a red linen thing from the chair and they unfolded it covering me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Strategically placed was a circular opening. One of them, my face was covered so I don't know which, adjusted it so that my cock and balls were pulled up and out, then a lighter linen placed over them.

The lighting was very dim and the linen thick enough to ensure I couldn't see anything.

I lay there for a few minutes listening to them move about and someone leave and come back a few times. Then, someone left and a voice, Kimla's, whispered into my ear, "it begins." She wasn't supposed to do this but I was grateful to know we were reaching the "climax" so to speak.

When I heard the door open and close my heart began to pound. I sensed another presence in the room, I figured it had to be Giselle. I was a bit surprised when they began talking to her.

"My daughter's daughter, are you willing to ready yourself for the world? Are you prepared?" It was Ommi speaking.

"Kinda buzz killing" I thought to myself, "melodramatic."

"Yes, I am prepared." said Giselle.

Then Kimla, "Daughter, in this act we revere our ancestors wisdom and thousands of years of faith and tradition. This is how we ready ourselves to leave the safety of family behind and make certain there can be no more virgin births. Are you prepared?"

Again Giselle replied, "Yes, I am prepared."

My mind nearly exploded, "no more virgin births!" They were mixing ancient pagan ritual with Christ's virgin birth. By doing this they were doing their part in ensuring there could be no future messiah, thus increasing, at least in their minds, the preeminence of Christ.

Then Ommi again, "Daughter of my daughter, Selene is here, being now of age, your father performs this sacred act on your behalf. Are you prepared?"

"Yes, I am prepared."

My mind searched for Selene, "AH" it took a moment. Selene was an ancient word for the moon and associated goddesses. I was jerked back to events when I felt the linen get pulled from covering my cock and balls, "Behold, man," Kimla said.

"Over top melodramatic," I thought to myself as I once again took note that my cock even after 11 hours was still a raging hard on, blue steel as they say. I expected it very unlikely mine was the first cock Giselle had seen although given her upbringing it was possible. My antenna were on high alert for clues.

Other than a slight intake of breath as I was exposed, there wasn't a sound from Giselle.

Try as I might to get a glimpse, I felt rather than saw what happened next. The absence of mind numbing arousal allowed me to think rather clearly and objectively.

I felt the bed move and sag a bit as weight was put on it. Knees were on either side of my right leg until they got to my hips when her right knee went to the outside of my left hip and began knee walking toward my waist. Very briefly I felt some fabric rub over me before it was lifted up. I decided Giselle must be holding the front of her skirt (?) up as she moved on top of me or Ommi and Kimla might be helping Giselle move. Finally as her knees moved next to my hips my cockhead was brushed by what could only be bush followed by soft slippery flesh. Giselle moved up a little more before she settled on top of me adjusting her thighs to center on my hips right over my cock.

Giselle wasn't heavy. She was slender and several inches shorter than her mother, but had very similar body shape. Long legs with a matching torso, smaller breasts than mom but still full, a smiling pleasant face, perfect lips, long dark hair usually in a pony tail, caramel complexion, a very nice young woman. Any man would be blessed to have her as a wife.

My eyes closed when her full weight settled on me. The heat of her pussy was tightly against my cock, I felt her hips shift a bit. She had moved such that my cock was lying flat on my belly but the shaft had slipped between her labia.

Then Kimla started, "Immerse yourself in the feeling, under you is the harbinger of life, the key to increasing your family. Do you feel it?"

"Yes"

"Are you prepared?" Ommi asked.

"Yes, I am prepared." Giselle replied.

With that I felt Giselle raise up onto her knees and off my cock. She was leaning forward just a bit over me when a hand grasped my cock and moved it. The head slipped between lips and then forward and backward slipping between her lips.

"Now, slowly" I heard Kimla say.

Giselle lowered herself just enough that the head pressed into that soft depression between labia marking her entrance. The feeling was magnificent, yet distant. Pressure on the head increased slowly before she raised up a bit. I felt movement and then Ommi said, "Again, slowly."

The pressure increased again but my cockhead penetrated lips and then met resistance. "Crap she's tight." I thought followed by the fleeting, "I'm inside my step-daughter." She stopped lowering herself for a few moments before starting again. I could feel her very slowly opening to me, pressure and penetration increasing. Then it happened, the resistance suddenly split and the head slipped inside her.

Giselle gave out a little squeak as if there was a bit of pain and briefly reacted by pulling her knees up, but this sat her down more heavily on me and I suddenly was deeper inside her before she gasped, "Agh, that hurt" again and rose up. Once up she froze as her thighs trembled.

Kimla asked, "Are you alright?"

I felt Giselle's entire body shake as she rapidly nodded, "Yes, too much too fast." Then, once again, she lowered herself. Very slowly she took more and more of me inside her.

Then Ommi chimed in, "Go slowly, he's very big. It will take time."

"Ah, so she thought I was big huh? That was revealing," I thought to myself.

Over the next, hell I don't know 10 to 15 minutes Giselle very slowly lowered herself but then she'd raise up and slide up and down just a bit and pausing before lowering herself another little bit, deeper and deeper each time. With each pause I felt her pussy gripping tightly before releasing, a spasm every so often as her pussy came to grips with this hard intruder. A few times she lifted completely off me, seemingly resting for a few moments before sliding down the shaft again. She was very tight, Ommi and Kimla encouraging her as she went. Giselle's was easily the tightest pussy I'd ever experienced. In normal cases I think I'd have shot my load within moments of that kind of stimulation but here I was almost uncaring that I was rock hard and sinking deeper and deeper inside the hot, wet, tight glove which was Giselle.

Finally, she had nearly taken all of me inside and I felt her ass just settling on my hips. Just as I thought, "I hadn't hit bottom yet" I felt tip of my cock pressing against something as Giselle fully sat on me. She shifted her hips forward and backward as she settled, this caused a bit more cock to enter her and now I was certain I was pressing against what had to be her cervix.

Finally Giselle said something, "It hurts... but I feel so, full, like I'm stretched way open."

"The pain will pass, concentrate, there are other feelings, sensations possible," said Kimla. Kimla, my wife who had admitted to me that she rarely ever experienced an orgasm tutoring her daughter on "other feelings?"

A few minutes went by where Giselle moved a tiny bit and after each movement I could feel her muscles pulsing around my cock, I think it was involuntary, more her pussy adjusting to being stretched.

Giselle then leaned forward enough to place her hands on my shoulders and she began a more earnest moving. She rose up a few inches and then sank back down on me, she did this a few times then she expanded her movements when she had me deep inside she moved her hips forward dragging her clit across my pubic bone. "That feels better" she said as she repeated this a few times and must have liked it more and more.

She slid way up my cock almost to the tip and then back down taking it in one long slow movement. I felt her shudder and moan. "Oh, that feels really nice," she said. She pressed her clit against me, the grinding became quicker and she put more weight on that spot.

"Holy shit" I thought to myself, "this was supposed to be absent sexual arousal."

Then she altered by slowly sliding herself up and then down my cock and in a few moments was sliding nearly off and then taking my entire length in one stroke. Soon this also increased in speed. Not uncontrolled but good deep and hard around my cock, my hips bouncing on the bed in a growing movement. I noticed her breath growing more and more deep and approaching panting.

This girl was hot. I'd never have imagined her acting like this. She was always reserved, modest, and absent the typical young woman flirting from what I'd experienced with her as her friend and now step-father.

Her arms must have been getting tired because she moved them from my pecs to the bed next to my shoulders. The leaned over me more and I was quite pleased when I felt her breasts rubbing up and down my chest as she fucked me. I couldn't feel her nipples but due to the free swinging movement I was certain her breasts were exposed like her mother and grandmothers. But damn, just knowing whose breasts were swinging around up there...

Before that thought passed she sat back up and grasped my waist. She put her full weight on me and then began thrusting forward and backward sliding her clit on me and my cock in and out of her. Her breath was rapid and her movement near frantic. I am certain I could feel her clit grow in size as it rubbed against me.

In the back of my mind I recalled Kimla saying this was a non-sexual ceremony. Well maybe from my perspective because I still had full feeling but no arousal. However, from a woman's it seemed they were allowed a great deal of latitude.

Giselle kept this up it feeling more and more frenetic, sweat now dripping onto me beginning to soak the linen.

"Oh God... agh... oh... oh my God, ugh... AGH!" finally emerged from Giselle. She tightened her grip on my hips until she had a fist full in each hand, clenched her knees hard around my hips, and just as I felt her pussy begin spasming she moved her right hand into the middle of my chest and sank her finger nails in. The pain was overcome by my feeling the muscles in her pussy pulling at me, pulsing from outside to inside as they moved to suck my cum in, I had never felt such a grip on my cock. Sadly there wasn't cum from me. What ever these women had given me worked like a charm, at least for a woman to enjoy a man. Giselle gasped and shivered every few moments, her pussy gripping and twitching around me, until... after a while her breathing calmed.

Several minutes passed before I felt her either sit up or was sat up by Ommi and Kimla. She rested like that for a bit before they helped her off. Once again there was an audible slap as my wet cock smacked my stomach. One thing I was absolutely certain of was that she had soaked me. As Kimla softly spoke to Giselle a set of hands began to wipe my cock and balls. I think it was Ommi and she was very diligent in wiping me off as she spent a LONG time doing it.

Under my linen cover I smiled to myself because I could feel sensation returning to my cock. Then the nice cleaning ended and the door opened and closed. I lay in the quiet for only a few moments before someone began slowly sliding the linen off me by pulling it up over my face me vice down toward my feet. The cool air settled onto my slowly exposed body until it slipped onto my face but just exposing my lips, my eyes were still covered. I felt someone bending close and suddenly a set of lips settled on mine and a tongue forced it's way into my mouth. The kiss was very passionate but it ended as quickly as it started. The linen was moved to cover my face again. The door opened and closed, then open and closed again until finally the linen was removed from my face.

There looking down at me was a beaming Kimla. She bent over to kiss me but I was distracted by her still bare breasts as she bent down. She gave me a light peck before kissing me all over the face and neck and then back to my lips.

"That was wonderful," she said, "she'd be pleased." I assumed she meant the pagan fertility God we were dealing with. "Giselle is finally ready, my duty is complete." With that she opened a small container I'd not seen before and coated her fingers with the contents. She turned to me and smiled, "However, your duty isn't quite over yet."

I lay there quite surprised at what I was witnessing my Kimla do. She was still dressed in the short/long dress her breasts exposed from her open top. She released my ankles pushed them together and then lifting the front of her skirt crawled up onto the bed, her knees on either side of my legs. Setting down on my knees she took the stuff on her fingers and smeared it up and down my still raging hard cock, she then did the same on my balls. There was an near instant tingling sensation and a wave of horniness spread over me.

I think she saw my reaction because she smiled down on me as she shimmied over me into the same position Giselle had been in. But as Kimla leaned down to kiss me she grasped my cock and fed it into her. This Kimla was ever so much more aware of what she wanted or needed, very more assertive than our first sex a few weeks ago. Sitting up she began moving in the same manner Giselle did just minutes before. Although not the squeezing vice Giselle had been Kimla's pussy was just as satisfying. Kimla lowered her mouth to mine and I raised my hips to drive into her her. The impact drove her teeth against mine. She giggled in reaction and I bit lightly on her lower lip holding her close and began thrusting into her. Kimla closed her eyes when I sucked her lip into my mouth. I could feel my orgasm approaching but I resolved that I would not cum until she did as well. That might present a problem if she normally didn't orgasm during sex.

Then I had an idea, an opportunity as it were. I stopped thrusting and asked her to untie my hands. She sat up and untied them. I grasped her hips with my hands and slowly moved her hips forward and backward sliding her clit up and down my pubic bone and my cock in and out of her. Exactly like Giselle had done.

I thought I'd toss out a feeler and see her reaction, "This is what Giselle liked the most." I paused for a while. Kimla had begun to help so I moved my hands to her ass helping her move forward then she moved her ass down.

"How's that" I asked.

Kimla's eyes were closed as she said, "It's nice."

"Can you imagine how Giselle felt?" I asked as I moved her hips side to side and then around before returning to forward and backward.

"Yes"

Encourage I whispered, "Describe what you feel."

"It's nice... warm... warmth..." Her face became more intense or thoughtful as she slowly slid back and forth on me, she continued, "so full, stretched yet comfortable, feels really nice." She then tilted her head back as if lost in the pleasure, her hands returned to my waist. I reached up and grasped her breasts and much to my shock she moved her hands over mine. I squeezed her tits as she took over grinding on me. The pressure of her clit pressing on me increased as she more forcefully slid on me.

Then I made a mistake. I let her nipples slip between my fingers and then squeezed them around them. I'd forgotten how sensitive her nipples were. She reacted by pulling my hands off her tits and then intertwining her fingers between mind. Her grinding on me slowed dramatically until she was just barely moving.

Then it dawned on me and I decided on another strategy.

"In your ceremony with the boys were you restrained, tied up?" I asked.

Kimla continued her slip and slide on me, she shook her head, "No, fathers must be because we're taught they cannot be trust... they cannot control themselves in such situations or, circumstances. They must experience the act fully, as Giselle just did."

"So, I was bound but you were free to move about? That hardly seems fair." I said.

"It's the way it has to be." she replied.

Since we were still holding hands I pulled her down over me. Her nipples tantalizingly just below my chin. I looked up at her, "Fathers tied up and mothers not." I paused, "So, you've never been tied up?" She didn't answer, "I mean for fun, or during sex, or maybe just playing?"

Kimla frowned and shook her head, "Never" before kissing me on the nose.

I pulled her face in close, "Wanna try it?" I asked as I moved my eyebrows up an down while smiling a large toothy grin.

She seemed startled at the question but smiled back, she hesitated a bit, "I'll be gentle" I promised.

She didn't answer verbally but moved off of me.